"Mack Bolan - Stony Man - Blood Star" - читать интересную книгу автора (Bolan Mack)

Two blocks away in each direction, north and south,
another pair of black sedans stood, each with five po-
licemen waiting in the dark. All ten were armed with
pistols, shotguns, and AK-74 assault rifles, the folding-
stock models chambered in 5.45 mm, produced as lat-
ter-day replacements for the venerable AK-47. Gro-
mylko and Churbanov had handpicked the raiders,
selecting officers they trusted, men above reproach, of
unquestioned courage. There had been no leaks before
the raid, and if they met resistance going in, his chosen
troops were not afraid of fighting fire with fire.
It might be better that way, thought Gromylko, to
avoid the Russian legal system with its quirks and




loopholes, corrupt judges and terrorized witnesses.
Dead men couldn't arrange a bargain with the court
or buy their way out of a criminal indictment.
"Now?" Churbanov asked after several moments.
' 'Now.' '
His partner raised the microphone and mashed
down the transmitter button with his thumb. "Move
in!" he growled. "Repeat, move in!"
Gromylko drew his Makarov 9 mm pistol, flicked
the safety off and macbed across his body with his left
hand, opening the door. His thinning hair was plas-
tered down with rain before he straightened up beside
the car, the cold water running down his collar making
him grit his teeth. Churbanov slammed his own door,
moving swiftly toward the gray Mercedes-Benz, Gro-
mylko falling into step beside him, thumbing back the
hammer on his Makarov.
Incredibly the driver didn't see them until they were
right on top of him. When he noticed the two police-
men looming over him, he mouthed a curse behind the
glass and gave a long blast on the horn to warn his
friends inside the house.
Churbanov swung his Makarov against the driver's
window, shattering the glass and reaching through to
strike the driver hard, across the face. The horn fell
silent, but the damage had been done. Rushing toward
the house with Churbanov behind him, Gromylko
heard the hiss of tires on dampened pavement. The
support troops would have to catch up as best they
could.
They had no time to waste.
A hulking shadow moved behind the curtains of a