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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. To the Commissioner: Burt Wulff, a former member of this department, began his campaign to destroy the international drug trade in New York. Traveling then to San Francisco, back across the country to Boston and back yet again to Las Vegas - all within a period of less than four weeks - he seems to have been solely responsible for the deaths of several hundred operatives involved at all levels of the national and international drug trade. At least three of them were at the highest perceptible levels. In San Francisco Bay, fire aboard and subsequent sinking of a large freighter; the destruction of a townhouse in NYC and a row of residences in Boston; the gutting of the Paradise Hotel, a major resort and gambling center in Las Vegas; all seem to be Wulff’s work. He is apparently marked for execution at all levels of the network and despite the success of his shock tactics, cannot go on much longer.
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. Burt Wulff was the target, and the way to Wulff was through an old friend named Tamara. Calabrese’s men came for her in broad daylight, abducted her from her home and shot her full of drugs so that she didn’t know a thing until she woke up in Miami. Miami - famous resort town, place in the sun and all that - but not now, not for Tamara and not for Wulff. The trouble was that Wulff was dead set against heroin, and went around breaking up the neat little trade routes that drug runners had set up around the globe. Now Calabrese decided he’d had enough of Wulff. Now he had Tamara, the bait by which to lure Wulff to Miami. In the shadow of those fine hotels and fancy shops, there was something going on along surfside. And that something was called murder.
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. Burt Wulff was a nice guy, once. A New York cop, narcotics division. But he’s seen too much destruction done by the poison in America’s veins - heroin. Too much corrupted and made foul, and finally one life too many - and too close - destroyed. Burt Wulff has gone beyond fear, beyond love, even beyond hate. He’s simply beyond giving the slightest damn whether he lives or dies, so long as he can kill the killers - thousands of them, all over America and all over the world.
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.
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. Burt Wulff found himself in something called the Hotel Crillon in Lima. It was steel and glass, looked like a Hilton, and had beggars living in the eaves. In Wulff’s room there was a small man who wanted you to think he was Peruvian, but Wulff figured he was German if he was anything at all. He wanted Wulff to deliver several million dollars worth of heroin to the States. Several of the most efficient man-hunting organizations in the world—a few of them legal—desperately wanted Wulff dead, and knew where he was. Wulff said, “I don’t think you understand …” One of the other two men in the room both sprawled on the floor, shook, limbs flailing like and insect’s, in his coma. The small man flinched, and said, “Your work is well known. But you will never get out of Peru without my help …”
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. Memo to; Chief, NYPD RE: Burt Wulff In New York City he was able to kill at least ten people, three of them at high levels in East Coast drug distribution network. In one case, he blew up a three story townhouse on the east side of Manhattan . . . Subject then proceeded to San Francisco; there is considerable newspaper evidence as to some of his acts there. In a major dock fire a freighter was destroyed and 50 to 60 people were killed, including several law-enforcement personnel. (It is strongly indicated, however, that Wulff considers himself to be aiding the authorities.) According to unreliable sources who cannot be identified, subject saved $250,000 worth of heroin from the ship fire and is now heading with it toward Boston, using it as ''bait'' to move the ever higher levels of responsibility for the traffic. End report.
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. Wulff left Detroit with flames in his wake, and a shipment of coke in his trunk. He didn’t know where he’d be going next. Probably New York, although it had so many black memories for him of his fiancée Marie, OD’s in a cheap rooming house where he found her while he was on a police call . . . Now all he wanted was rest as he drove south out of the motor city. But there was no rest for Wulff, not as long as the mob wanted him and not as long as the cops wanted him. Driving down the Interstate, he sidewipes a motorcyclist and stops to help with a politeness that he knows will be a mistake. Soon he finds himself held hostage by two henchmen sent on a mission to bring Burt Wulff to Phoenix . . . dead or alive!
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. Memo To: Network Subject: Burt Wulff This man must be killed on sight. Details of the bounty will be distributed in a further memo. Subject is a veteran of combat and displays an extremely sophisticated knowledge of explosives, incendiary devices, armaments of all kinds and hand-to-hand combat. He is responsible for at least on hundred and fifty deaths and it appears that his ''war'' is now accelerating. In the twelve years of the interlocking organization and the important supply pact of 1963, no such danger had appeared. Wulff is only one man but for that precise reason retains a great freedom of action. He is a cold, remorseless killer and the danger he represents is not to be ignored.
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. Memo to Top Echelons Only Subject: Burt Wulff Subject is extremely dangerous and cannot be approached. Upon identification he should be killed immediately, regardless of apparent risk . . . Circumstances creating Wulff’s decision to commence his ''war against the international drug trade'' (phraseology apparently his) trace to personal motives . . . Certain activities of his in New York have shifted the line of succession and created problems out of all relation to the subject’s apparent powers to do so. How Wulff was able to penetrate security is not yet known. Based on certain documents in an attaché case stolen by Wulff from one of our principles whom he murdered at close range, the subject to the beast of our knowledge has emplaned for San Francisco to continue his ''war.'' All parties in the San Francisco area are hereby warned. Details of the bounty on Wulff will follow.
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. After the bloody business up in Harlem, when the turf blew wide open and the world seemed to end in flames, Wulff was taken into protective custody. It was O.K.: it wasn’t his first time in jail. Not nearly, not in a life like Wulff’s. At least the accommodations were clean and the meals regular, what more could a man like Wulff ask after they smashed his fiancée and made his life a burnt-out cinder? But Wulff wasn’t even safe in prison. So he forced his way out—it’s safer when you’re on the run. Always going where the trouble is, he made his way to Detroit, that chrome city that turns out such shiny cars. The trouble was that the cars were coming off the conveyor belt with uncut junk in their innards. And even more troublesome was the fact that Wulff knew all of it.