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When California's Mojave Desert becomes the training ground for a homegrown militia group with a deadly scheme to «take back» America, Mack Bolan is sent in to unleash his own form of destruction. But first he'll have to infiltrate the unit and unravel their plot before it's too late.With less than forty-eight hours to go, the stakes have suddenly been raised and millions of Americans are about to be caught in the cross fire of a terrorist attack. As the militia sets its plan in motion, Bolan has only one opportunity to strike back and shut them down forever. Timing will be tight, but if these right-wing extremists want a war, then the Executioner is there to oblige.

Summer vacation for Julia suddenly interrupted. When bathing in the sea it drags on the bottom of the unknown force, the Earth Keepers. They tell Julia that the sixth Earth civilization may soon die. Fighters previous civilizations were destroyed. Earth Keepers found the cause of the lesions: men are logical, and therefore easy to calculate… This time the fighter will be a woman. Woman nature has entrusted the birth of the people, she them and protect… the Super Queen-Mother.

A raid on a sex slave depot on the U.S. eastern seaboard is the launching pad of an international firestorm for Mack Bolan.His target–the Albanian mafia–is rapidly expanding its American network with help from the resurrected Kosovar terrorist group, the KLA. After mopping up the mob's stateside end of the pipeline, Bolan and a beautiful Russian agent track the long reach of drugs, human trafficking and black-market arms sales across the Atlantic to the port city of Marseille, France. Bolan blazes a trail of incendiary retribution through corrupt officials, Corsican drug lords and terrorist infrastructure. At the top of his death game, he plays to his enemy's weaknesses, inciting betrayal and panic. But the main event lies across the Adriatic, where the godfather of the Albanian mob is about to get a visit from the Executioner–and a one-way ticket to his own personal hell.