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Tropic Blast (The Executioner)

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Mack and his 'former Texas Ranger' buddy, Wilson, are deep in Colombia taking on the NARC looking for Carlos Gomez-Garcia, or Pepe 89,. The number behind Carlos Gomez-Garcia (Pepe 89) in the drug cartel goes up everytime he kills using his machete. He never experiences a disposal problem, just drag the headless bodies out into the nearby jungle for the jaguars to feed on at night!

First they try to get kidnapped to make contact, then they kidnap a couple smaller fish in the underworld, to eventually reach a suitable level within the cartel they want. Using the middle man to eventually work their way to Pepe 89; he never moves up a number when a woman is his victim, women just don't count, you see. And if you find out his hidden escape route, as Michelle does, he just must kill her, cannot take the chance she will slip up and tell anyone else as to its location. But Juan knows some of the secret, but Pepe 89 is unaware that Juan knows, or Pepe 89 would have removed Juan from his head. Juan's knowledge will eventually be of aid to the Executioner and Wilson. Another familiar group bringing aid to Mack Bolan is Phoenix Force who appears here, too.

Through huge amounts of money, prostitutes, hit men, Columbian policia, car chases and shoot outs, the story races along, with some mighty interesting characters caught up in its path. One element that troubles the authorities is an insider within the government that can give warning to Pepe 89, allowing at least an hour for get away prior to the 'black helicopters' decending on his jungle abode. Through all the years, the authorities are just a little too late.

Though I've been reading these GOLD EAGLE books on and off for at least twenty years, the numerous writers engaged writing the books always keep them fresh and interesting. A long time contributor, Jerry VanCook, is the writer behind this book.

So, suspend your 'element of disbelief' to spend a few hazardous hours with our man, Mack Bolan, in Columbia. Live Large.

Semper Fi.