Lone Wolf #6: Chicago Slaughter

When a wolf leaves the pack, he lives only as long as he can kill by himself quicker and surer than any pack he runs up against. Meet a man beyond either forgiveness or vengeance. Meet the Man they Call The Lone Wolf. Better meet him now. The way he lives, he can’t live much longer.

There was nothing you could do, the policeman thought. You just had to seal off your mind. Unless you were that crazy bastard Wulff. He thought for a moment of his ex-partner, ex-cop, ex-combat soldier, ex-narco, who was going to clean up the international drug trade singlehandedly and on the street. Wulff was crazy, he thought that you could really make a difference. The policeman could have laughed but then he thought of what Wulff had accomplished in just a couple of months of single-handed action and he was not so sure. Moving out on his own he had done more damage than a hundred agencies in twenty years. The policeman was still busy with these reflections when the knife entered him, between two ribs, neatly and almost painlessly at first.