Another Mitch Rapp novel, Mitch being a killing machine in the clandestine service of the CIA... Bad and good guys in Pakistan, lots of guns all around, a traitorous CIA agent, corrupt Afghanis....
Fast paced but without subtlety. I kept comparing Flynn's characters to those of Sandford's and Sandford's are real (well, sort of) while Flynn's are almost caricatures. Rapp gets sent on the hardest jobs (to kill the most successful and devious enemies of the US) and this time he sustains a head injury, pretty much forgets everything, albeit temporarily, and is back in the game within a week or so. Interesting that both these authors live in Minnesota. Maybe I'm missing something here....
Flynn writes well enough, I guess, and reading one of his books is like watching a shoot 'em up, violent, cops, car chase, bad guys movie. It's a way to pass a few hours, although I usually wonder why I choose and finish books like these. Probably men like his books better than women.
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