Using the American tradition of freedom of religion as a smoke screen, a cultist group had gone mad in the streets of San Francisco. 

People were being slaughtered in the name of a bizarre new sacrilege, The Universal Devotees. 

Killings were random, senseless. . .

Mack Bolan quickly identified the devil incarnate - Nguyen Van Minh, a stateless Asian refugee who had mastered mind-control on a massive scale.

Bolan smelled KGB. Evidence grew that the killer creed was a Soviet weapon for wholesale butchery. 

When a senators lovely young daughter was sucked into its ranks, The Executioner launched the one deadly brand of combat - firestorms of glory that scorch yet revive the earth - that could crush Minhs blasphemy at its accursed heart.