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- Oleg Rybachenko pointed a finger, at bringing closer "bagatelles". - These! - Melor childly put out tongue. - Yes they are absent any more! - As is not present! - Pyotr Alekseevich goggled. Rockets indeed completely disappeared. - It is a migratory dematerilizator. - Any matter is desintegrated. There was a truth danger that in this universe because of a difference physical laws it will not work, but as we see until managed. - And if it did not turn out. We could be destroyed. - Bellowed, turning a top Oleg Rybachenko. - And this is excluded. There are still force fields. - Melor was expressly quiet. - They could be involuntary marriage too. - Oleg Rybachenko was brought. - It was best of all to maneuvre and leave. - Well, we would always be in time. Besides, I wanted to test one more unique invention. - Melor tightened up the colorful hologram. - What? - You learn when time comes. The genius anion was obviously not inclined to show cards. Though the first shots, also did not achieve success, firing continued. This time, they were attacked by the whole dozen of fighters. Rockets flew a redenky, but killing rain. At hit there were no explosions, all infernal freight disappeared in gray fog. Having spent a stock of rockets, planes began to be turned. - We have a choice, to answer with lasers, or granulo-fields, and can just bring down their force, gravioplazmenny field winter crop. - Pyotr Alekseevich rapaciously sparkled eyes. - It is better simple to put them on soil. We will try to avoid the excess victims. - Melor cut off. Counterattack was carried out most softly. Fighters got stuck in air, then began to decrease slowly, pressed down by powerful radiation. And still did not do without the victims, couple of planes were scattered in air, and one exploded. And everything demonstration had effect, it was visible that enemy soldiers were frightened. Ten creeping tanks stopped as if came across a wall. Having let out several shells heavy cars, stiffened as if the dead. - Let's finish them up to the end or let live. - Melor addressed the. - Of course, we will finish, let to be afraid of us. - Oleg Rybachenko began to squeal. - There is no mercy to the enemy who not with us will be eaten with ragout. - To the boy it became cheerful from the rhyme. - It is enough to put cars out of action. The less victims, than it is simpler to talk to the opponent. - The president-oligarch tempted in insidiousness interrupted. - Yes we will not krovavit ourselves while we to it are not compelled. - Agreed Orr. Other anions according to raised a finger up. - Then we will just ask a landing permit and a meeting with the leader. - Melor included a loudspeaker. Also rushed: - We are peace newcomers, and we want to you good, happiness and prosperity. Allow us to meet your leader. In turn we guarantee that we will not attack the first. In reply tanks tried to shoot, but it was absolutely useless, shells got stuck in barrels, breaking off them. At this moment ordering voska a kastelok or the general by the name of Kuored understood the powerlessness: one hundred more fighters flew up and helplessly fell by a grass, trees, asphalt paths, and missiles launched from a long range, did not pull even on fireworks. - There is no pleasure, to be at war with technologically backward race. The most interesting when you fight as equals. - Carelessly Volya threw. - Us only six more true seven people. And one prisoner, as equals against the whole planet hardly you will hold on, it is more than a second. - Pyotr Alekseevich challenged. - Honesty politeness of kings, and we are mere mortals. - No, we are immortal. - Shouted Orr. - And kings are parasites and exploiters. The president-oligarch this time quite sincerely answered: - Here I agree with it. In general it is not fair when the power is descended. There has to be an electoral system of delegation of power. And elections equal, honest, alternative. Melor confirmed with rigid tone: - As at us! The laser in an eye! - And already slightly more quietly added. - You them to the kinglet tell this to it. Meanwhile Kuored tried to contact the native president urgently. However the dictator as if purposely did not want to contact. The general began to become hysterical, he was afraid for the skin. Threat was more than serious. In despair it caused all new and new troops. There was a strategic aircraft. Large bombers tried to throw a small starprobe vehicle bombs and heavy vacuum missiles. This, certainly, terrible weapon, during war inspired wild horror in land forces, punching through deep bunkers on tens of meters, pressing soil. Kuored shouted at full blast. - Attack kuchny, a total clip. Beat, be not afraid of the confidential superweapon. Melor ominous tone hissed: - That they will not calm down until we start superbeams. - And what is it? - Oleg Rybachenko Was curious. Orr answered instead of the commander: - It is what does dead simple mechanical equipment. Almost absolute weapon, for primitive planets. There is only one, but - pilots will not manage to jump out and will die. - And for what them to feel sorry. It is not people, and machines of death. - The quick boy Rybachenko Oleg, flashing pink heels as if the boiled young frog, jumped up to the panel and pressed managements of a laser gun the buttons. Several wide beams struck planes, having cut off them and having melted. Round droplets of liquid metal hanged as if balls, and slowly planned to a surface. - And you are a foul child. - Pyotr Alekseevich grew furious. - In you the bandit's manners. - Correctly made. - Melor parried. - Otherwise they will not lag behind us. And so accurate shot and mountains of corpses. More true corpses are not present beams evaporate everything, leaving only elementary particles and souls. The president-oligarch unexpectedly showed humanity: - And who granted to us the moral right, without threat for life to kill living beings? The commander of a striking force of anions was puffed up: - When there is a war, not to rules any more. And still think what impression we have to make. We have to be afraid and be respected. Oleg Rybachenko encouraged by similar reasonings strengthened a giperplazmoizverzheniye. The boy at this moment remembered how mocked at it in prison as beat with bludgeons barefoot heels, and passed electric discharges. And then undertook to beat heated pro-dexterous his mother. All this strengthened rage. Bombers were destroyed by tens, and escaped addressed in shameful flight. "Devil" in a violet uniform tried to attack and fired from automatic machines, but it already was even ridiculous. The tapir transferred to them the destroying firing, cutting also reinforced concrete is fighting, but Melor straightened out the boy - terminator. - Will be enough. They probably too have children. And time goes clockwise here, so they breed. Oleg Rybachenko furiously frowned: - That will be parasites less. Besides they are too similar to devils. And the Lord enjoined to kill the demons connected with a devil. Pyotr Alekseevich, as if the church preacher spoke in a bass: - And this lie. In one writing it is not told that people have to exterminate evil spirit. On the contrary Saint God tells - Me a revenge, I will render. God himself will deal with the Satan and, will be able to establish universal justice. Melor protested. - If to believe only in the kind Almighty the uncle, then we then at all will be able to make nothing. To sometimes have to undertake responsibility and to create justice. - Sometimes it passes into a lawlessness. - The president-billionaire spitted out and became silent. At last, the reciprocal signal was heard. Air was stirred up by words. They literally ionized air: - The great leader of the republic Guangtamo is ready to meet unknown newcomers and asks to proceed them to the palace. - There is another matter. We will meet and we will talk. - Clockwork Melor was, seemingly, happy. - And that welcome guests with rockets at once. - Not too invited guests. - Pyotr Alekseevich corrected. - Who will go to the palace? I suggest not to take Olezhke, he is a boy of the borzoi and can do a lot of mischief. - Why it will be useful for the boy and it is informative for life to visit the palace of the local kinglet. Besides, I think, it will have enough mind not to shoot without the reason. - Resolutely Melor objected. - Of course, I am not an idiot. - The boy straightened shoulders. Played muscles of a relief suntanned press. Against other anions it seemed the age-mate, but not the elder brother. - My guns are cocked - a warm heart, and the reason is cold. The captain of crew of anions vigorous tone gave the order: - Then relax, we will be in hyper suits reliably covered with force fields. Only do not take in head to remove helmets, we will cease to see them at once. More true not only them, but also all Universe. - It is clear! Armor from the knight will not slip! - Rapped out, being continuously shown by Oleg Rybachenko. The boy dressed an armor. The others followed its example. Melor chilly ordered: - On a starprobe vehicle there are Force, Will and our friend Sverzub. I think, in case of force majeur circumstances you will be able to come to the rescue to us. Sil's warrior reproduced similarity of pioneer salute and gave out: - Our shock power allows to incinerate all capital though it hope not to be necessary it for us. "Soldiers" left the ship. Orr, Time, Melor, Astarta and Oleg Rybachenko - the magnificent five followed to the palace. The construction was huge, the highest and wide in the city, occupying at least ten square kilometers. Very tall two hundred meter wall with loopholes, and also the very broad river fenced it from the city. On suburbs of the palace there were mighty guns and universal antiaircraft guns adapted to shoot both on heavenly, and at the land purposes. The conglomerate of buildings looked very impressively, and each statue was filled with animal force and breathed aggression. The guards armed with the extended submachine guns, welcomed newcomers, having taken automatic machines on "guard". Oleg Rybachenko waved with a hand in reply. Protection, having been frightened of gesture of the child, it was tumbled down on a marble covering and ridiculously zadrygat legs. - To be afraid, so respect, seemingly, us waits for imperial reception. - Thoughtfully noticed, becoming bright directly in the face of Olezhk. Really there were charming females and began to throw before them fragrant, and at the same time fresh flowers. Roses, carnations, a jasmine, tulips crept on a floor as worms, but once you stepped into them a leg, they calmed down or turned by a snail. At once dozen of orchestras met interstellar newcomers, they played everyone a miscellaneous, but, nevertheless, impressive and solid. Oleg Rybachenko paid attention to the pictures executed by something reminding oil, they shone, and it seemed that were in the movement. Though actually it was not so, but illusion was so reliable that the boy smacked the lips lips. - Talented chertyak. Melor confirmed. - Yes at these beings art taste is very developed and it would not be bad to take with itself several pictures. Here, at last, and throne-room of the greatest despot. As expected, he is extensive and full of bodyguards. Hundreds of fighters were built in small squares, zastyv in a guard of honor. Here "president" or as his title at locals - Bosch sounds. The individual as the individual, four eyes, three ears, impressive horns, the person as at a wild boar with Buratino's mouth. That is on native concepts the most ordinary appearance unless horns are slightly covered with a gilded wreath. It to be understood not the real gold, but some other very valuable and much more beautiful and bright metal. Bosch shchurit eyes with long dense eyelashes. His look to become tenacious. Up to both hands it has bodyguards, very large for this look, at everyone on a neck three automatic machines. They watch the evil and it is suspicious. Slightly far away in a separate bed, ministers, the security officer and, apparently, the dictator's wife with couple of small cheerful "chertik". The sizes natives approximately as adults therefore all in alien delegation except tall Pyotr Alekseevich is less than them, and even in hyper suits look not really impressively. - Glory great Bosch - to Kim magnificent. The shrill voice sounds and begins to play an orchestra. Sounds are not deprived of a charm, but for want of habit ears torment with an excessive originality. Several tens painted birds fly up in air and put a name of Kym. However, it is not surprising that in every second statue the great tyrant is represented. Some kind of these recognition in "national" love, and on the other hand speaks about absence of modesty at the subject sitting before them. "Great" raised an extremity, it became so silent that heavy breath of security guards was heard. - I am infinitely glad to welcome the embassy which arrived from the unknown world. - There began eloquent Kim. - And now we ask to call great newcomers from where we it arrived. To our happiest republic Kala over whom the sun never sets. Melor, similar to the boy, was the elective captain therefore answered the first. - We do not long from this meeting too. On the contrary it seems to me useful if we manage to agree about mutually beneficial cooperation. And as for from where we arrived, that is such brotherhood Anion. We represent its small particle. You can call us anions. Kim was, seemingly, happy. Time newcomers do not shoot, means with them, it is possible to agree. - My precious Anions. - Lips of the dictator exhaled medical - you did a long way in the universe and, apparently, are very clever. If you managed to overcome interstellar distances inaccessible to modern science. - We arrived from other Universe. - Not patient Oleg Rybachenko interrupted. Kim seemed, turned to similar tactlessness a deaf ear. - I am simply struck with the level of your knowledge and technologies. And now I just ask, to help me and the distressful people of the planet. - In what way. - Pretended that Melor is surprised. The leader of devils continued by insinuating tone: - My people are happy under the most fair management in the Universe. But there is still an empire this local name of the power Garkush, headed by the emperor of Datsan. And them on arms a terrible atomic bomb. Like a cancer tumor they occupied a half of my planet, threatening with nuclear charges to tranquility of my planet. Conclusion. You will help me to destroy the tyrant, and I in turn will give you any amount of precious metals and turn into stone how many you will wish. Melor answered with laughter. - We can extract jewels and metals in asteroids even if in this Universe and there are unusual elements, we can take them. Our great technical capabilities allow. And as for the nuclear weapon, your country has it also. Fortunately you had enough mind not to apply its the first, otherwise there would be a planetary accident. - But we cannot live on a volcano. - Kim cried out. - The uniform mode has to rule the planet, otherwise her death will be inevitable. - So it will also be. - Melor was expressly quiet. - Only the new order will be free and democratic. The planet has to be freed from despots, and then there will take place free alternative elections. Then the multi-party system which guarantees that recurrence of authoritarianism not to repeat will be created. - And I am unless a bloody tyrant? - Kim took on some expression of the offended innocence. - The people love me and appreciate. The captain with pathos of the fanatical fighter for justice vosklinut: - Here will also tell free elections about it, on an alternative basis. Only we will not allow you to use an administrative resource and repeated superiority in broadcasting time. All electoral process will take place frankly and, will pledge to any opposition the sound word. Kim was confused, as well as any despot, he did not trust the people and very much did not want that the opposition received the word on television and in the press - exposing its mistakes and crimes. Having leaned back in a chair, he the tyrant devil whispered in a black tubule: - To have to go on the victims. Blow up an atomic bomb under the enemy ship. Let several our thousands will die, but it will be a fair payment for a victory. Then the despot fanatic made even more widely the artful smile, and the voice became even more sweet. - Certainly, all for democracy and the power has to belong to the people. And how to be with the empire Garkush. Oleg Rybachenko exclaimed, losing patience: - Over it light of sacred fre