Investigating demonic activities in South America, Remo and Chiun find themselves battling a guerrilla army of Aztec Indians and inhuman demons led by the god-figures of ancient Mexico, with only the avatar of Shiva the Destroyer to protect them.

La déesse cannibale

Totem atomique

"Yes," Smith said, "he is taking over the city. He is giving an open invitation to organized crime to move its operations into Bay City. He's opening the piers so that contraband can move in and out easily, so drugs can flow freely. Mob interests are coming from all over the country . . . setting up cutting rooms and jewelry factories for stolen diamonds . . . printing facilities for counterfeit stock certificates and securities . . . major counting rooms for what may become the nation's biggest illegal gambling operations. It'll be the crime capital of the U.S. within a few months!" "Well, there's capitalism at work again. Proving that our system works best," Remo said. " . . . And we want you and Chiun to keep him alive. Of course, he won't know who you are or who you work for," Smith said. "Or why. Which includes us, as usual. But that's OK, if we can't kill him with kindness, then we'll CURE him," Remo said. "Let's not get into that," Smith gasped.

Mafia-city

IT DIDN'T TAKE TWO TO RAMBO — It didn't matter to Remo that his mentor Chiun told him he was acting like a child to want to go back to Vietnam on a mission of rescue and revenge. — It didn't matter to Remo that his superior Smith ordered him to abandon a plan that could upset the delicate balance of world peace. — Remo was out of his skull with remembered rage, and out of control of anyone who wanted to stop him from trying to spring a wartime buddy from a jungle hell. And the Destroyer plunged back into the past to fight a one-man war against an old enemy that would not die but could still kill without mercy and vanish like a ghoulish ghost....

Réveil en enfer

A rash of missing women in the American West has the police spooked. The only clues point to Prophetess Esther Seer-Clear and her Church of the Absolute and Incontrovertible Truth. The Church's large, fortified compound in the rural West is secure for good reason: most of its congregation is comprised of politicians, senators and high-powered executives, anxious to get a glimpse into the future. Remo and Chiun are sent in to investigate--and find the Church is a more horrible and dangerous place than they ever could have imagined.

Oracle, ô désespoir (L'implacable #111)

Black is not only beautiful, it's Ruby Gonzalez . . . the wild CIA lady with a sure cure for what ails Remo and Chiun. Remo Williams just can't seem to forget he was once a Newark cop. But when you're the Destroyer you do need a little humility. Yellow, the worth of gold, the texture of parchment, the color of the sun source itself . . . and, in the inscrutable, insuperable, Chiun, a veritable galaxy of wisdom and power. And fun at a riot. It will be all over when Southern idiots with whips and chains, and Northern madmen with money attempt to reduce business costs by raising slavery to new levels of efficiency. The Destroyer, with a little help from his two friends, proves that billions of dollars and armies of thugs just aren't enough. Then bucks and Ruby will do . . .

Rage blanche

As people begin dropping dead after consuming Chicken King poultry, the Destroyer and his omnipotent Asian mentor begin to suspect that a vegetarian vigilante is on the loose.

Sang pour sang

Plus jamais

Remo and Chiun set out to solve the problem of disappearing fish from coastal waters. Fingers point north to Canada.

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