Lee Corey of C-2 (the FBI's international wing) disconnected The Connector in 1976; now he's back to secret-agent his way around an even bigger baddie: Levantine tycoon Calad Farik, who (upset about being castrated by Arabs) conspires with American ""fanatical isolationists"" to destroy the Arabian oil fields. Farik's team--mercenary psychopath Slade, exquisite Israeli extremist Raya, and infiltrator Corey--must steal 27 kilos of plutonium from England via Ireland (a snap) and then parachute into the oil fields of Saudi Arabia, Iraq, Iran, and Kuwait (parachute pro Raya teaches the guys); the oil pumps will carry the nuclear explosives down deep so that 100,000 million million barrels will go splatto. What might redeem this garbageola for a few readers is not the gratuitous inclusion of snuff movies or the stultifying Corey-Raya romance (I'm ""just a policeman, Raya. Doing what he has to do"") but the fact that it's mostly unabashed nonsense in the James Bond film manner, with a big machine that crunches the villain who made it--that sort of thing. Smilingly idiotic rather than offensive.