[17/20] Makarovgrad will win!!!

OVERKILL MASTERS : PART I
PREPARATION

An inspired Lapezia walked down the street. He was
incompletely transformed and walked in
the guise of a half-smurr, half-goose. But he did not seem to notice this incident. He
thought out a plan. It was difficult to get a plan in Makarovgrad.
Then Lapezia guessed where he could
purchase such a desired weapon. He
went to the gun store. Covered
with pride because of his enormous mental
abilities, Lapezia pushed open the door
of the store. She was not in debt and, in response, spat at the smurr. Lapezia spat at her too. The door did not know what to do and the agent took advantage of this hitch - he slipped through the slightly open gate. Breathing heavily from the struggle that had taken place, the SBM agent approached the counter.
The young saleswoman took her eyes away from her nails being painted, tearing off the polish
from her nails and the shadow from her eyes. The saleswoman
looked in fright at the half-man with
wings instead of arms. Smurr noticed
the merchant's reaction and completely
transformed. This is where the saleswoman
couldn’t stand it:
- What impudence! Behave yourself! - she asked the goose affectionately.
Having quacked, trying to say something in his
justification, the agent turned into a man.
- Hello, - he joked.
- Hello, - no lessjoked the witty saleswoman.
- What can you offer from bladed weapons and firearms? - began
Lapezia, - I would like to purchase all
the most powerful weapons that you
have in stock, - an agent with special powers read from a piece of paper, who copied
this speech from some book, the name
of which he did not remember.
The saleswoman was taken aback. She had never seen such a client in her entire career in the arms trade. And she worked here for two whole
days!
“Wait, please,” she asked kindly, in a hurry to get somewhere.
“Okay, bitch, hurry up!” - Lapezia also kindly read from the piece of paper.
The girl ran away towards the store manager, and the SBM agent began to examine
samples displayed on stands, shelves,
boxes, hooks, ropes, holsters,
bricks. There were all sorts of weapons here. Probably, the only thing missing was Comrade Potapov's quadruple anti-aircraft machine gun. Lapezia noted this most unpleasant accident. Having finished a bottle of rum and snacked on pickles, Smurr continued his inspection. There were surprisingly many bladed weapons. Practically
every murder weapon turned
cold when Lapezia put his
forehead to it. Finally surprised by this fact, the agent began to line his pocketsall
weapons that caught his eye.
Having pocketed the entire store and
adjacent storage areas,
Smurr took the pistol from the guard and
manager. The weapon ran out, as did the ammunition, which Lapezia did not forget to grab. He stopped,
thinking about what to do next.
- Maybe you want to order something
from the catalogue? - asked the amazed
manager.
- No, - the agent,
armed to the teeth, said through clenched teeth. Having caught the thrown
word, the manager put it in his
dictionary, said:
- wait a minute, - and ran into
the office.
- Since you took the entire store, then
I will simply subtract the cost of renting the premises
from the total cost of the store, - the manager counted on the
calculator.
Lapezia did not think so and walked away, settling
under a huge mass metal, to the door awaiting him.
“Wait a minute,” the owner of the store did not understand, “but you don’t want to pay?
“No,” the agent said again through armed teeth and did not miss. His sharp words stuck into the manager's throat and went right through. The dispatcher
gave the go-ahead for departure and the words flew out
the window.
Squealing at the sight of blood and a dead body,
the young saleswoman fainted.
Having hit the deep bottom of the faint and
splashing her brains overits walls, she
suddenly died.
And Lapezia was already approaching the door. Apparently
he forgot that he had terribly offended the door with his
spit, or maybe he decided to use the ball
to pass the victim, but that was not the case, as they say. Passing through the door
way, Lapetia thought:
- Well, thank God, he slipped through.
- Well, he slipped through, but not all of it!
- the door thought with an evil smile and
pinched the SBM agent in half.
Smurr did not expect such a turn of events
and, not fitting in, flew into a ditch.
Climbing out of the thorny bushes, all
hung with objects spewing fire and
lead if necessary, Lapezia
got out onto the road. The agent reached the bus stop and, having punched his ticket, entered the bus that arrived half an hour later.
Having broken through the crowded cabin, Smurr ordered the driver to go to the castle of Comrade. Potapova.
The lapet plan was almost a success. Yes,
serving in the SBM changes something in a person...

...And at this time in the castle...
The K-50 helicopter rose from behind the mountain and
quickly flew towards the castle. The towers of the citadel, built in the style of the tenth centuries, were no less rapidly approaching the most powerful combat helicopter in the world. But then a familiar grinding sound was heard. This
the four barrels of the machine gun were spinning,
waiting for the cartridges to enter thebreech
part. We didn't have to wait long - the powerful index finger of Comrade Potapov's right hand pressed the trigger of the deadly fire support weapon. The fire was maintained at the same moment. The scarlet flame of burning machine oil, with which Seva generously lubricated his weapon, burst out of each barrel in turn and gradually died down until the next use of the barrel. The machine gun belt passed through the breech with stunning speed and simply flew out empty on the other side of the metal body. Finally, the first 18mm cartridges reached their target. Piercing
the strongest armor of the Black Shark, they
exploded, scattering into small drops and
shards of metal, thereby causing
irreparable damage to the best such
machine in the world. When the last rounds
took the victim, the helicopter could not stand it.
Apparently, one of the accurate hits disabled
the power plant. The K-50
was torn into pieces and a huge flame
consumed them. Slowly, as if enchanted, these parts sank to the ground, continuing to burn and scatter
sparks, emit smoke... “I haven’t forgotten how,” Andrey said, delighted with what he saw, taking off the unopened parachute and throwing it intocorner. Chuev sat down in a chair by the fireplace and lit a cigarette. The SBM agent does not drown in water and does not burn in fire.
- Why didn’t you use a parachute? - I asked, drinking juice, - I was already
frightened when I smashed the helicopter.
- Yes, I forgot, - the best
SBM agent of all time simply answered, - besides
I wanted to look at
your tricks from the hot spot.
The friends laughed. It seems that only
they can so easily fire at each other
from the strongest weapons and not quarrel at the same time.
- Okay, I just put chain mail on my shirt, - unbuttoning the bias-cut jacket
taken from Potapov, and showing the chain mail, Andrey explained, - you hit me a couple of times. The bullets
exploded so well that the jeans were simply torn to shreds.
I was surprised. Is the chain mail intact?
- Is the chain mail intact? - I asked my
friend.
- Yes, of course. What will happen to her? “It’s made of mithril,” Chuev explained.
“Then it’s clear that elven chain mail
should withstand it,” I thought out loud. No, I'd rather think to myself. So
more interesting and entertaining. And I've already borrowed too much. By the way, about money:
- Andrey, do you have money? - I asked
the SBM super agent.
- As always - no, - answered the super agent and also asked:
- Seva, do you have money?
- No - always like, -I also answered.
I owe... According to some sources
of information there is a green million, and according to others
three lemons, but also green. I honestly didn’t even know how much I owed.
“Something I don’t like about our Ministry of Finance,” the main strike force of the Makarovgrad special services guessed my thoughts.
I nodded, thinking something, I also don’t know
what I was thinking and why... Ah, I remembered:
“Andrey,” I habitually began the phrase, “haven’t you forgotten how to shoot?
My reaction was clearly worse. Already
flying into cover behind a strong oak
door, I received a dozen bullets in the ass from a
large-caliber automatic howitzer.
My steel butt crushed these
bullets and they exploded. Having risen to the height of
meteorological balloons, I
saw my castle and the old yellow
bus, which was halfway from
the city. Quickly approaching, my castle struck me with its hardness, which the granite gave it. This granite caused
me a couple of most unpleasant minutes, while
Makarovgrad intelligence super agent Chuev
Andrey scraped me off the stone towers.
Thanking him for my increase in
height (it was necessary, he was 2 centimeters high (more precisely
thick), and now as much as
170), I hastened to inform him that
he won’t shoot forgot how...
And the bus was already five kilometers from
us.

Lapeziasat down in the seat that was kindly given to him by some middle-aged man
and of the same average mental abilities.
For half an hour, Smurr unobtrusively showed him
that only an SMS agent could sit in this
seat. Smurr more or less calmed down when this man, smeared across the asphalt, was left behind. The spire of one of the towers of the castle and the NLC (
an unidentified flying man (translator's note), surprisingly reminiscent of the director of the SBM) were already visible. Having laughed at this
remarkable resemblance, the agent almost died of heart failure. The heart
wasn't enough due to the fact that
no bastard except Chuev may
laugh at the director of the security service of Makarovgrad.
Having caught his breath, the agent looked up. His eyes
were dusty and covered with some kind of debris.
Having carefully blown off the dust and brushed the debris out of sight - out of mind, Lapetia
saw that he was already almost in place.
It was possible to distinguish the drawbridge. across
the ditch, and the archers in the loopholes, and Chuev and
Potapov, who contemplated the sunset
and the approach of Lapezia. They already
anticipated the goal of the Smurrian
agent-defector. And the most laden
iron agent rested peacefully in the shaking
bus heading to the castle of the SBM director.
Smurra was waiting. long nightwhich
promised to be pleasant in all respects.
He trusted her, but in vain...

Regards,
Random
--
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