Warren Murphy - Total Recall

"Dios mio," Cintron said, staring down at the three dead men. From what he could see, there wasn't a mark on any of them, but they were quite dead.

"How—" Santoro asked.

"I don't know."

"I do," a small, elderly Oriental said, stepping into the room through the open door.

All three men looked at him in disbelief.

"Who— who are you?" Cintron asked.

"I am a man who is concerned about the health of the youth of the United States."

"What?"

"These men were trying to destroy it," the Oriental gentleman went on, "and you men were helping them. You see the price they paid, so you can guess the price you must pay."

"You're mad," Cintron said.

"You killed them?" Jiminez asked, knowing that the question was ridiculous.

"Oh, yes," the Oriental said.

"That's preposterous," Cintron said. "How could you have—"

"Easily," the man said. "I am acting on behalf of the children of America and of the world. I am their instrument."

"He is loco," Santoro said.

"We must leave," Cintron said. "Something is very wrong."

"Si, we must leave," Jiminez agreed.

They gathered up their belongings and turned to leave but found the way blocked by the elderly Oriental, who looked frail enough to be knocked over by a stiff breeze— until you looked at his eyes.

His eyes were frightening.

"Let us pass."

"I will let you pass… on," the man said, and started toward them.

Cintron did not exactly see what the old Oriental did, but suddenly Jiminez slumped to the floor, just as dead as the three Iranians, and without a mark on him.

"What happened?" Cintron asked, looking at Santoro, but by that time Santoro had also slumped to the floor, dead. "This is insane," he said.

"Yes," Chiun said, before he killed Rafael Cintron, "that is just what the destruction of children is. Insane."

"So when do you expect Chiun back?" Smith asked.

"He won't be long," Remo said. "He's just making sure that the children of the world are safe. He's a very concerned citizen, you know."