During a CIA budget war, a group of assassins mistakenly triggers an ingenious CIA plot originally planned in the 1950s--and a world-wide killing spree of top-level Russian officials begins.... Only The Destroyer, with the all-wise Chiun and the ever-wild Ruby, can stop them from reaching their primary target--the Russian premier! However, in the midst of all this carnage, Chiun still wants Remo and Ruby to create a super baby as the heir to Sinanju, before the fovernment budget cuts wipe out welfare funds! How will The Destroyer cope with life and death, love and procreation, all at once?

An ancient legend comes to life when assassins from three great tribes of warriors set up shop in the village of Sinanju, with the wholesale destruction of Remo Williams on their minds. For a guy like Remo, a little mortal combat's no big deal, but this time, a day's work only buys him trouble. A powerful old enemy is back in business, determined to close out Remo's account, and even with all the skills of Sinanju, Remo keeps coming up short. To make matters worse, Harold W. Smith, director of CURE, is sitting on the deadliest threat to U.S. Security he's ever encountered, and no one's minding the store. If Remo and Chiun don't turn up soon, the free enterprise system will be out of business, and Smith will have hell to pay--with his life and the future of his country.

Civilizations fell when Cortez and his conquistadors landed in the New World. The Mayans, Aztecs, and the Toltec all vanished into the mists of history. But one tribe survived: the Actatl, and what survived with them was their huge stone idol, Uctut--the sacred rock which demanded blood as sacrifice...human blood. When the stone is despoiled in a New York museum by a young graffiti freak, the Actatl leaders demand revenge on the despoiler and on the country which gave rise to him. Their method of extracting vengeance? Simple--extract the victim's heart. One of their first victims is a U.S. Congressman! Washington's top secret organization--CURE--decides the Actatl are cutting a little too close for comfort and Remo Williams, the Destroyer, and Chiun enter the picture. Their job: Eliminate the eliminators before they're eliminated themselves. Remo and Chiun learn that finding the correct answers is not a job for the fainthearted. Especially when it's their hearts which are up for cutting.

SUMMARY: Things begin to get really out of hand when Castro, thinking the U.S. has launched an attack on Cuba, sends a MIG fighter to destroy a nuclear power plant in Florida. And Remo and Chiun prepare to face a countdown to chaos in a funland for fiends.

That's what it was. The horse was from Turkey. Big horse. Very valuable. Coming into the U.S. from Marseilles. The word had leaded out, a lot of devotees were awaiting the arrival of this splendid white beast. What kind of horse was this? A beast worth more than its weight in gold? Experts recognized it as diacetylmorphine. Aficionados of the sport called it heroin. In "nickel" glassine bags the diluted stuff went for $5. Once in a while a few slices would slip into the country--at about $15,000 per slice. Very profitable, very beastly. But that's small stuff. The race was the big one. Biggest ever. Imagine fifty tons of heroine--four trailer trucks full! New Jersey was interested. The White House was interested. So was the United Nations. And, of course, the Mafia. OK, the Destroyer was interested, too. Gonna be one helluva horse race!

The President was calling. Dr. Harold W. Smith, head of the secret agency known as CURE, took the phone from the bottom left drawer of his desk and ansered with a sigh, "Yes, sir." The president of the United States could not directly assign CURE to do anything, he could only suggest. The one and only order any president could give CURE would be for its immediate dissolvement. And five presidents now hadn't quite done that. Though all five were ofter tempted. "What do you know about the Lippincott case?" the Southern voice asked. Smith regurgitated a two-page, single-spaced capsule of hard information. "Uh, huh. Well, I hear there's a plot to kill all the Lippincotts, and it has something to do with animals. Weird experiments, like." "I see," gagged Smith. "Yeah, and I think it involves my having the Lippincotts use their clout to open up new trading markets in China." The hint was clear. The White House would like the Destroyer to take a look at the situation. "You'll be using those two, I suppose?" Smith rolled his eyes upward, "I imagine so." "Whatever you say, he drawled, "just, er, um, tell them to keep the deaths down." It would be a tricky assignment, mused Smith. Keep the dollar up, the deaths down. Better have Ruby Gonzales join 'em on this one....

The Philosopher's Stone. The key to turning base metals into gold. Everyone knew it didn't exist. Except it did. And now the last of the alchemists, Harrison Caldwell, had his hands on it and was reaching out to grab the nuclear power that would fuel his dream for bottomless wealth-and create a golden age of hell on earth. Only Remo and Chiun could stop him...if they could get past the army of the highest-paid killers on the globe...if they could survive the attacks of Fancisco Braun, the golden-haired murderer, whose reputation for being the #1 assassin in his deadly trade was well earned...and if they could break the power of the magic metal that reduced governments to servants and turned even Remo Williams into its slave....

When people associated with the mob decide to testify against their former bosses the government has a policy of providing them with new identities and a new home, safe from discovery by vengeful thugs. But someone has been systematically murdering them one by one. Nobody sees the killers or hears them. The most ingenious covers are broken, the most carefully hidden witnesses are found. Dead. The killers are not only efficient, they are creative. Robert Calder discovered this when he flipped a Frisbee for the last time. Who'd think of booby-trapping a Frisbee? Official Washington seems helpless. The FBI has no explanations. So somebody pushes all the panic buttons. Even the one that summons Remo and Chiun. A U.S. Army team is also thrown into it. The major general in charge loses no time in solving the problem...it's Remo and Chiun! America's premier assassins. The race is on, three groups of professional killers all out to do their job. Will the killers kill the killers before they get killed themselves?

SUMMARY: When an American national ascends the throne in China and begins a territorial war, Remo Williams and his martial arts master, Chiun, rush in to restore peace. Original.

Strange goings-on in the Guatemalan jungles threaten to explode into an international incident when a team of American archaeologists disappears--after spotting secret weapons in the hands of barefoot natives. Remo and Chiun are sent in to dig for the truth, aided by a beautiful blonde archaeologist. But in the depths of the jungle they make a startling discovery--just as the ground rips apart and swallows them whole. When the trio sees the light again, it's a light that shined centuries before. And an ancient tribal war is threatening to switch it--and all that came after it--off forever. Our heroes have prevented wars before, but even if they escape from this fix alive, they;re still at least a thousand years away from home....

Remo and Chiun arrive at the vacation paradise of St. Maarten, only to find they're deep in Dutch. The beautiful island has been the scene of some very ugly goings-on. A lot of corpses have been showing up, each one bearing the unmistakable stamp of Sinanju, the ancient Korean martial art known only to the two men. The trail of bodies leads to a strange castle...and a young Dutchman--a man, it turns out, who's taken a blood vow to send both disciple and mentor to their deaths. A man who knows all their secrets...and has a few of his own. It's up to Remo and Chiun to stop him, but this time they;re skating on thin ice. And if the slip, the whole world may go under....

When the United Nations finally decides to leave New York, a Greek shipping magnate, one of the world's wealthiest men, makes them an offer they can't refuse: their new headquarters will be the largest ship in the world, a floating pleasure palace where the diplomats of the world can work--and play--far away from the prying eyes of the world and the free press. Even before the ship goes to sea, however, something goes wrong...corpses are being discovered on it. America is worried for the safety of the UN, and Remo and Chiun are ordered to go on the ship's maiden voyage and make sure no more lives are lost. But Remo and Chiun have had enough assignments for two lifetimes and decide to seek employment elsewhere. That leaves it up to Dr. Harold W. Smith, head of the supersecret agency, CURE, to find out who is trying to doom the ship's maiden voyage and why. Smith stumbles on to a plot so bizarre and Byzantine that he can hardly believe it. Bombs start exploding, and suddenly Remo and Chiun are on the scene,

The Russians who invented it called it the Sword of Damocles--a device that silently sterilized men and women alike. And now the Sword was in the worst possible hands--the out-of-whack android named Mr. Gordons that had returned from outer space to wreak revenge on those who'd sent it there. Remo. Chiun. And the entire U.S. population. America was heading for a fate worse than death unless Remo, Chiun and an untrustworthy, supersexy Soviet superspy could defeat this cybernaut chameleon that could destroy and attack with ease....

SUMMARY: Remo and Chiun join forces with Harold Smith and his crime-fighting organization in their battle against an artificial intelligence computer chip called Friend that hijacks CURE's computer system and holds the world hostage to technoterrorism. Original.