"Yes", Smith said, "he's taken over the city. He has given an open invitation to organized crime to move its operations into Bay City. He's opening the piers so that contraband can move in and out easily, so drugs can flow freely. Mob interests are coming from all over the country..setting up cutting rooms and jewelry factories for stolen diamonds..printing facilities for counterfeit stock certificates and securities..major counting rooms for what may become the nation's biggest illegal gambling operations. It'll be the crime capital of the U.S. within a few months!"
"Well, there's capitalism at work again. Proving that our system works best," said Remo.
"..And we want you and Chiun to keep him alive. Of course, he won't know who you are or who you work for," said Smith.
"Or why. Which includes us, as usual. But that's O.K., if we can't kill him with kindness, then we'll CURE him," said Remo.
"Let's not get into that," gasped Smith.
Tulsa Torrent, America's biggest lumber company, is stumped when a couple of its key scientists are axed. Seems the deceased were part of a team developing an oil-producing tree, and a lot of interested parties have been looking to grease their palms.
Before anyone else is pulped, Remo and Chiun are planted to see the project out of the woods. But danger sprouts at every turn, and when the environmentalist High Sierra Society enters the picture, determined to make Tulsa Torrent take a hike, the project rests on pines and needles.
Somebody's barking up the wrong tree, and Remo and Chiun must get to the root of the matter before the unknown hatchet man mulches America's energy future into one big compost heap...