McHugh's back, drunk, and locked deep in a Mexican jail while the clock ticks down to doomsday!
Someone is planning an international incident that would set off a revolution in one of the US's closest South of the border allies, plus provoke a shooting war between the US and Mexico - and it's up to McHugh, the two-fisted secret agent who always travels with a briefcase containing a fifth of Scotch and a .45, to stop it.
McHugh is built of muscle, brain and go-to-hell guts, and he answers only to a Pentagon general - who answers only to himself. Now McHugh is in Ajijic, Mexico. Assignment: Retrieve a couple of AWOL Navy fly-boys, who have defected to the enemy and stolen a top-secret jet fighter strictly CoD. Add a hacienda bristling with Tommy guns, an idealistic politician who only wants to conquer Mexico to save it, garnish with an alluring brunette, an incendiary blonde, and a bevy of Russian spies and you've got McHugh's favorite dish - trouble.
