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.And even a Chinese vampire could get lucky, Remo knew.If Chiun's tales could be believed, they had decimated Sinanju in times long ago.Chiun, Reigning Master of Sinanju, had many things on his mind.Not least of which was the ignominy of having come to a mere Chinaman for help.But as long as Remo never learned of this, it would be between Chiun and his ancestors.He hoped to return to the street before Remo could locate him.It would do the boy good to worry.From worry, comes appreciation."It is obvious that the Leader intends for the Final Death to sweep America,"the Taoist was saying.Chiun nodded."He attempted to poison American cattle years ago, when this land gorged itself on beef.""And in this slightly more enlightened age, he has visited his foulness upon fowl," added the Taoist."You know of the poisoned ducks?" Chiun demanded, surprised."Not ducks.Chicken.Word has traveled to Chinatown.The dead are many.I expected something of this sort.So many years.nothing.And then an outbreak of gyonshism more than a decade ago in Houston.Many Chinese call upon the family of Won to ensure that their ancestors rest easy and motionless.Much good blood and bad air was released.Then, quiet again.Until now.Gyonshi are abroad in Chinatown, and elsewhere.And elsewhere, men die from eating the flesh of chickens."Chiun frowned, understanding that the Final Death could be achieved only through huge numbers.Chicken might accomplish this-but not duck.Yes, the Leader wanted the Final Death, longed for it as he never had before, Page 55ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlbut he now desired something even greater.The destruction of Sinanju.The Leader knew the special dietary requirements of a Master of Sinanju.There could be no other reason to baste ducks with one of his filthy gyonshi poisons.Americans, thinking they were eating healthier, were consuming more chicken-not duck."The duck was meant to flush Sinanju out into the open," Chiun murmured aloud."It was intended that Sinanju should go to the Chicken King.The first trap lay there.The second at Three-G.A third at the stronghold of the Roman, Scubisci.""Sinanju is not so easily bested," the Taoist said in a servile tone.The Master of Sinanju waved aside the flattery.Chiun would protect Remo, but now that his pupil knew of the gyonshi threat he could be left alone for a moment.While Chiun conferred with the legendary vampire-killer."Speak, embalmer.How may I strike at these vermin without bringing risk to my own house?"The Taoist leaned closer.His single eyebrow rose higher on his pale amber forehead.The candles that were spread around the darkened room cast weird shadows on his long, funereal face.Chiun leaned closer.The Taoist's lips pursed, as he prepared to impart the secret of the Leader's fatal weakness to the Master of Sinanju.The Master of Sinanju looked into the candlelight reflections flickering deep in the Taoist's amber eyes.The eyes!But the hand was already up.Over the table.Across the space between them, like a viper.Chiun felt a brush against his throat.Very light.No pain.Too late.The Master of Sinanju had recognized the eyes too late.A cloud of black descended over the room as the Taoist leaned back, eyes burning with a wild light.Then the cloud descended over the Taoist as well, blocking him from view.The cloud was everywhere in the room, but it was not in the room.It was in Chiun's mind, and his mind was accepting the darkness like a longawaited shroud-and that shroud was somehow comforting.And then the blackness was everywhere, as the last light of consciousness flickered and died.The Master of Sinanju slumped to the floor.On the fifth floor a man and woman were having a knock-down, drag-out over something.From the smattering of Chinese Remo understood, he gathered that it had to do with the husband's interest in a very young female employee at his place of business.The woman cried and screamed alternately, the husband yelled and apologized.Glassware broke in punctuation.The fight must have been going on for some time, because the fifth-floor neighbors were slow to respond to Remo's persistent knocking.When they did peer out, Remo didn't see the blackclad Chinese among them.There was one door that failed to open [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]