[19/20] Makarovgrad will win!!!

I woke up from a blow to my side. I stood up,
holding onto the wall to which I had flown,
rubbed my eyes and asked:
- Is it morning already?
Laughter hit me and I flew back
again to the wall. No longer trying to get up, I just
looked at the SBM super agent Chuev, who had kicked me so disrespectfully, and the army standing behind him, led by Rogvold. The friendly
laughter of the combined forces of the SBM and the Smurrian
special services shook the hall. Shutting Lapetia's mouth, I asked:
- What time is it?
Andrey looked at my watch and answered:
- Time for breakfast!
Everyone sat down at the half-empty
tables and rushed to eat and drink up
the half-eaten and unfinished. Having had a very hearty breakfast, the whole army went out into the castle courtyard and lined up in 4 columns. Walking along
these Tau battalions, I was proud to
notice how well trained they were. Any of
them was a super-professional - killer,
bodyguard, - sniper, - intelligence officer.
I didn’t waste time on speech, but just
yelled:
- For the cars, FAST!
My scream demolished the entire SBM army and scattered
into cars: armored personnel carriers, tanks, planes,
motorcycles, rocket mobiles and other
dangerous pieces of hardware. In the courtyard of the fortress
now there were only me and the SBM super agent
Chuev. We got into my Ferrari and moved towards the lowered bridge. Immediately all other
carsstarted up and followed us. We left the castle and went to Borisov's palace, as my supercomputer indicated to us. The Smurrian agent Lapezia was flying above us...
We had been driving for an hour when the palace of the Minister of Finance appeared in the distance. A dazzling
white building with ornate towers and
golden domes.
“No-House,” I noted.
Andrei noticed a different picture.
“That’s where all the money went,” he noted
and reloaded the howitzer, which at the same time made such a grinding noise that the windshield broke. Having finished off the glass with a steel
fist and throwing the fragments out of the car,
Andrey added with a grin:
- So he will pay for everything.
From the impact of the grin, the door flew out, but
Chuev grabbed it, bent it and threw it out. He was furious. I decided not to notice anything anymore.
Meanwhile, another hour had passed and we had already
reached the gates of the palace. All
armored vehicles stopped. Our entire army emerged from them, excluding only people in tanks, deploying air defense systems, missile launchers and in planes, which circled over the palace and told us important information about the amount of gold on the domes, the characteristics of the marble and other equally important strategic data. I pushed Chuev out of the car when
he was breaking with his own handsair conditioning.
Taking off from the Ferrari, Andrey angrily kicked
the armored gate. The gate shattered into armored splinters. Lapezia landed
not far from me and was reloading all of his
clanging and creaking weapons. The army formed up again - infantry. I took out all my numerous
weapons from the trunk of the KAMAZ and began to hang them on myself
and put them in my pockets. After
half a minute, I checked the combat capability of
each of the warriors by ordering to “fire
once at the palace golden domes.”
Seeing the palace half (upper)
destroyed with all types of weapons, I
was convinced of the preparation of my army and gave
the order:
- Destroy the palace, and bring Borisov
alive to me. You will hear me by
a specific sound (I turned on the turntable
on my quad anti-aircraft machine gun
). You can rob as much as you can.
The same conditions are half yours.
Fulfill!
Lapetia was the first to take to the sky and at
cruising speed flew towards the palace,
firing with all his weapons. After him, my
infantry slowly attacked the richest palace. The tanks went into battle. The missile launchers released all their ammunition. At this time I was already breaking through to the entrance.
Having shot the door and all the ammunition of my
magnum 45, I threw them aside.
The door hitat the smurra, knocking him down in the air. The hit Lapezia flew downwards into the palace and, breaking a huge stained glass window, fell in the depths of the palace. I rushed
into the building. I ran along a long corridor and
thought about the owner of this museum...

... The owner also thought about me, riding up
on a bicycle to the government building...

Half an hour later, we demolished the palace of the Minister
of Finance from the face of the Earth, for which it was
akin to a wart. The bulldozers were already leveling the 5-hectare wasteland when I realized that Borisov was not in the palace. My valiant army loaded
honestly appropriated goods into trucks and other
vehicles. From the wealth, each car simply sank into the ground. Even my Ferrari
was filled with gold, because of the love
of my subordinates for their master. I remembered the warrior who loaded my car up to the roof and decided to punish the joker afterwards. When I freed my driver's seat from the gold, everyone was ready to return. I told Andrey to ensure our movement home. He
gave orders and the orderly column
began its return to the ancestral castle
SBM. I watched as cars, tanks, planes and other vehicles laden with gold disappeared from sight. Andrey Chuev, SBM super agent, slammed his hand on the Ferrari's dashboard. We've been bombarded againlittle gold, and the torpedo went
to catch up with the convoy of transport.
- Are we going or not?! - Having spat out
gold coins and pulled out a gold chain
from his mouth, Chuev calmly asked...
Having caught up with our people and along the way noticing Lapetia,
who was crawling out from under the parts of an unexploded torpedo for some reason, we continued
our path at a very low speed, due to
the maximum load of all
vehicles. In some places I
had to drive around bags of gold,
but, in general, we calmly reached our fortress, where we replenished our ammunition and unloaded our jewelry. Having eaten the lunch prepared by the wives of the warriors, we were ready for the next point of our plan - the center of the special sector. Having repeated the ritual of setting off on a long journey, we headed towards the center. They didn't let us get there safely. Within fifteen minutes we met submachine gunners who were coming towards us. Having crushed them with tanks - turning them into a bloody mess, we continued our crusade. Another half hour later we
came up against a more worthy opponent
- archers were hiding in the forest on both sides of the road. Having shot out the tires of 5 infantry vehicles, they were also destroyed.
The soldiers left without infantry fighting vehicles were
distributed among the remaining vehicles. In cramped conditions, but not in offence. And...
Enemy aircraft took off at low level from behind the forest and began bombing our forces. Units of
lightning-fast deployment fired a
dozen homing missiles and
destroyed the aggressors. Burning planes delayed us a little, but we remained on schedule. The SBM army, without human
losses, was approaching the enemy's headquarters, the
center of the opposition - the building of the center of the special
sector...

... Borisov had a bad feeling,
but he could not understand what it was for. He had a terrible headache. From horror, he could not
think about how much money was ordered
to be given to the director of the SBM.
“I’ll kill you, you bastard,” hissed the Ministry of Finance and his
heart gave out. Having somehow caught his breath, he
remembered that he should not speak or even think so carelessly. Only a person
whose head is made of especially
durable and hard wood can treat comrade
Potapov with such
disrespect.
Then the door swung open:
- Well, did you finish off this bastard, a filthy asshole, the director of the country's secret services
castles in the air? - Suvorov, the head of the special sector, entered the office, - Otherwise
I’ll tell the king about the palace!
Borisov covered himself with a heavy chair and covered his ears, expecting heavenly punishment. Then the videophone turned on and the secretary turned to the minister with an ominous smile:
-Mr. Borisov, very interesting news was broadcast here on CNN. Would you like
to take a look? - and, without waiting for an answer, she switched first the picture, and then the sound. In the frame, some English-speaking journalist was broadcasting something, but since the Minister of Finance of Makarovgrad knew this overseas language well, he understood what had happened there. As if to confirm these
thoughts, the camera turned and against the backdrop of
the broken fence and trampled steel
gates a vacant lot appeared, with its entire appearance
reminiscent of Borisov's palace.
- What the hell? - the owner of a golden red spinjak and
two musical centers asked angrily: one
black, and the other musical; but
nobody heard him. The videophone turned off
and Borisov died.
The phone rang. The oppositionist walked up to the desk and picked up the phone. The calls didn't stop. Having shot all the telephones, Suvorov realized that his radiotelephone was ringing. He turned it on and began
listening:
- Yuri! - rang out the excited voice of
his six, - SBM is a kilometer away from us!
The whole army, Urry. All !
The head of the special sector threw the phone at
the wall. The wall cracked and began to collapse. The communication device bounced off
the wall and pierced Suvorov's eye
with its antenna, sticking into his missing brain.The cell phone damaged the accumulation
of bones in the skull and Yuri Suvorov
died - the opposition was
decapitated...

... The SBM army was approaching
the squat building. Bombs were exploding all around, explosions were thundering, Lapezia was flying, shot down for the hundredth time. In the shootout, the car
of the SBM director was destroyed, and
Andrey and I moved on foot. However, the only vehicles left were fighter planes, but even those were decreasing in number. One of ours was shot down right above me. His plane exploded and another combat unit was gone. But we also
destroyed the enemy. The infantry came at us in waves and we had to tirelessly hack and slaughter the enemy. I was covered in blood, but not in my own, but in the blood of the enemy. My machine gun worked for
eight people, causing death and destruction from
its four barrels. People were mowed down
by bursts of explosive bullets and they
exploded, scattering
pieces of meat and splashes of blood with brains in all directions.
Red jackets flew away like butterflies.
Before my eyes, Andrei, using a hand howitzer,
teared some poor guy in half and,
covered in blood, continued to destroy
the outnumbered enemy forces. I
looked back when there was a second
pause, and saw a picture that I will never forget inlife. Corpses, corpses were everywhere. They lay torn to pieces on the ground.
They hung on bushes and trees that
grew very close to the road, which was not
on any map. The entire asphalt was covered in blood. Unsettling, nameless blood. Here and there our warriors lay, but it must be admitted that there were at least ten times more enemies lying on the road of death. I continued the destruction of
human organisms. Another detachment of oppositionists was approaching us. A skillfully thrown grenade brought some people from the detachment closer to us, others moved away, but all of them didn’t care. They were
dead...
There was some calm. I realized that this was not good, and I turned out to be right. Andrey and I were the first to approach the doors of the ominous building. Everyone else stood behind and
waited for the command. Andrey carefully looked
into the keyhole and then the door
flew out. Chuev jumped back and shouted in flight:
- Killer robots!
Killing machines came out of the building onto the street. Mighty titanium structures
with a twin cannon on a raised platform
of an all-metal body fumbled for us
with their radars, but we were not at a loss.
My machine gun spoke first. All the
other weapons picked up the song of death
and sent clouds of lead towards the iron monsters. Someone turned it onflamethrower in
a batch of firearms tools. A cloud of metal and fire overtook the vehicles and began to greedily consume them, spreading the rattle and explosions of bullets. The fire consumed the remains of the security robots when we were all in the building. Massive fire from cannons and machine guns fell upon us, fortified in a deadly dangerous corridor leading to the holy of holies of the opposition - the operating room. But it was still about a hundred meters away. A shot from a howitzer demolished the cannon at
the entrance and fire immediately fell on us.
Napalm, prohibited by the Geneva conference, was tested on us. Having dodged the sneaky liquid, the SBM strike force of ten people (the rest of the army remained at the entrance) advanced another
20 meters. Arrows flew out of the walls, spears rose from
the floor, studded stone slabs fell from above, an armored vehicle with a machine gun was launched at us in front, and fire was blazing from behind. In mortal agony, we pounced on the armored personnel carrier and blew it up with simultaneous fire from all types of portable weapons.
Here it is - the door leading to the Hall. Chuev
knocked her out with the handle of a hand howitzer and a picture of mass
suicide appeared before our eyes. There were corpses everywhere.
“They did our job themselves,” Chuev joked gloomily.
No one even smiled. The entire squad collapsed from
fatigueon the floor Lying on the cold floor, I said:
- Call the others. Everything here needs to be
destroyed.
The radio operator took the radio off his shoulders, fumbled for the required
band and tapped out the order.
“Tomorrow we’ll go to Fort Suvorov,” I
remembered the further assignment, “it’s a pity
that he wasn’t here.” Looks like someone
warned him. Did you notice that
Borisov was not in the palace?
I slowly got up and looked around that hall,
which none of the SBM agents had seen until
recently. The hall, more like a mission control center, was the opposition's information center. All
information flowed here, into huge
data banks. I walked up and broke one of
these cans. Information spilled onto the
dirty floor. Andrey also got up from the floor flooded with information and helped me break the data banks.
- Where is Lapezia? - asked the brilliant
SBM agent - Chuev Andrey, dodging the
flow of numbers and ASCII codes.
- Of course! - I hit myself on the forehead, staggered and, falling, continued, - he was not there when we moved towards the operating room. This smurr is an agent of the opposition. It was he who warned Borisov and
Suvorov. He reported about our forces and they
made their legs in time!
I finished and fell silent, thinking about what to do
further.
- If he caught my eye, - superagent
Chuev reloaded hishowitzer, from which
all the computer displays crashed - from this howitzer he will receive all twelve
charges!
Then Lapezia appeared in the doorway...
A dozen bullets began their flight from the barrel
of the hand howitzer. My phone rang and I
picked up. The bullets flew ten
meters. I heard Rogvold's report about the events in the government building and realized that I had gotten excited. The bullets pierced the body of the Smurrian scout, but I did not let them penetrate into the depths of the circuits of the most complex robot on Earth - by quickly picking out the bullets from the casing of Lapezia and swallowing them, I saved the Smurr from certain death. Something exploded inside me with a red and blue
sound.
Darkness...

Regards,
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