Kill Chain

“One of the best writers today.”
(Johnny Olsen)

“A master storyteller.”
(Betty Richard)

WILL A DESPERATE PRESIDENT RISK WAR TO SAVE HIS ONLY CHILD?

J. Robert Kennedy, author of the USA Today Bestseller
The Templar’s Relic
(#1 overall on Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and Kobo), delivers another irresistible pulse-pounding, action-packed thriller with
Kill Chain
. If you love your stories filled with intrigue, suspense, a healthy dose of humor and a touch of romance, then prepare to lose sleep with this chilling torn from the headlines adventure the likes of which only Kennedy can deliver. With over 500,000 books in circulation and over 3000 Five-Star reviews, it’s time to join those who have compared him to Patterson, Clancy, Brown, Cussler and Rollins.

In Seoul, South Korea, the daughter of the President of the United States disappears aboard an automated bus carrying the spouses of the world’s most powerful nations, hacked by an unknown enemy with an unknown agenda. In order to save all that remains of his family, the widower president unleashes America’s elite Delta Force to save his daughter, yet the more they learn, the more the mystery deepens, witness upon witness declaring with certainty they never saw any kidnappers.

Only drones.

It’s a race against time to prevent all-out war between North and South Korea, and save the lives of the innocents aboard the bus, forcing the President to make decisions not in the best interest of his country and the world, but for the last remaining member of his family—his teenage daughter.

With over 500,000 books in circulation and over 3000 five-star reviews, USA Today bestselling author J. Robert Kennedy has been ranked by Amazon as the #1 Bestselling Action Adventure
novelist based upon combined sales. He is the author of over twenty-five international bestsellers including the smash hit James Acton Thrillers. He lives with his wife and daughter and writes full-time.

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For Serge
Rivard, a good friend gone, but not forgotten.

Repose
en paix, mon ami.

“We have
wished, we ecofreaks, for a disaster or for a social change to come and bomb us
into Stone Age, where we might live like Indians in our valley, with our
localism, our appropriate technology, our gardens, our homemade religion—guilt-free
at last!”

Stewart
Brand, Whole Earth Catalogue

“If the
U.S. imperialists threaten our sovereignty and survival...our troops will fire
our nuclear-armed rockets at the White House and the Pentagon—the sources of
all evil.”

Hwang
Pyong-So, Director of the General Political Bureau, Democratic People's
Republic of Korea

A military
concept related to the structure of an attack; consisting of target
identification, force dispatch to target, decision and order to attack the
target, and finally the destruction of the target. Conversely, the idea of
“breaking” an opponent’s kill chain is a method of defense or preemptive
action.

All of
the technologies described in this novel exist today, and most are available to
the general public.

Bonggyo
Industrial Bakery
Seoul, Republic
of Korea

“That’s
strange, we weren’t expecting any deliveries today.”

Sujin signed the
electronic pad, handing it back to the delivery driver.

“Someone must be,” he
said, waving the device.

“But all deliveries go
through me, and we’re not expecting anything through your company.”

The driver shrugged.
“Well, they must not have told you because there’s no way you’d forget about
something this big.”

Sujin’s eyes narrowed.
“What do you mean?” She rose from her chair and leaned over the counter,
noticing for the first time that he hadn’t come in carrying or pushing
anything. “Where’s the package?”

The driver jerked a thumb
over his shoulder at the door. “Outside. My partner is unloading it now.”

As if on cue, there was a
large thud, the entire room shaking. She rounded the reception desk and
followed the driver to the door then gasped. “What is this?” Her eyes were wide
with shock as she shoved through the door and rushed down the few steps to the
parking lot. A massive shipping container now occupied at least a dozen spots,
the truck that had delivered it idling in front.

“Have a good day!” The
driver jogged over to the truck and climbed up into the cab, immediately
putting it in gear.

“Wait! This can’t be for
us! We’re a bakery!” The driver waved and began pulling away. She ran after
him. “Stop! You’ve made a mistake!”

He kept going but his
window rolled down. “You signed for it so it’s yours now. Talk to the name on
the invoice.”

She came to a stop and
bent over, hands on her knees as she gasped for breath, sampling the delicious
baked goods they produced a too frequent habit. She turned her head, still
struggling for air, and noticed some of the workers starting to empty out of
the factory and stare at the container. She turned and walked back toward their
unexpected delivery, staring at the massive chunk of metal now chewing up half
their parking lot.

She shook her head.

It must be a mistake.

She growled.

And now
I’m
the
one who has to fix it.

The factory floor
supervisor walked over to her, hands on his hips, staring at the monstrosity.
“What’s this?”

She threw her hands up.
“No idea!”

He nodded toward her
hand. “What’s it say?”

She stared at the
forgotten shipping receipt gripped in her fist and her eyes narrowed, the
owner’s name the recipient. “It says Mr. Yoo ordered it.”

“Huh. You better call
him.”

“But he’s on vacation. He
said not to disturb him unless we burnt the place down.”

The supervisor motioned
toward the container. “I think he’ll want to know about this.”

She waved the paper.
“According to this, he already does. He’s back on Monday. It can wait.”

“You mean you’re not
going to open it?”

She stared at him for a
moment then back at the container. “No, of course not.”

He motioned at the
invoice. “But doesn’t it say it’s perishable? You can’t leave it for four days.
It might need to be refrigerated.”

Sujin gripped her
temples, massaging them as she squeezed her eyes shut. “I guess you’re right.”

The supervisor held out
his hand and someone tossed him a crowbar used for opening their
expected
shipments. He and two of the other men tapped out the locking pin and swung the
doors open as she joined them.