"Perry Rhodan 031 - Robot Threat- New York in Atlan" - читать интересную книгу автора (Perry Rhodan)

"I am thinking about the helicopter that was shot down. You stay up here for the next hour and give me a steady report. We cannot afford to hang around blindly in our offices."
"Yes sir!"
Telecommunication was not risky. While the robots could intercept certain normal transmissions, the telecom apparatus operated on a coded impulse basis.
They landed on the roof of the government building. As they switched off their suits some confusion ensued that soon turned to relief. The government building was full of people who worked there and had been forced to remain due to the alert.
"It doesn't look good, Mr. Rhodan, does it?" a young office girl asked.
The Chief of the New Power managed his first smile in hours. "No, Ms. Grohte, it doesn't look so good. But we are making every effort to improve the situation. You stay at your post. It will all work out."
They took the elevator to Bell's office. There they met the two Arkonides, Thora and Khrest, who had no special assignment for this alert but were to remain there for security reasons.
Thora, the platinum blond woman from the distant planet Arkon, immediately approached Rhodan. "How do things look, Perry?" Her familiar tone and harsh look did not quite match.
Rhodan shrugged non-commitally. "The decision will be forthcoming soon, Thora."
You should put a guppy at our disposal, Perry. Khrest and I have a right to keep out of this fight."
"There no doubt about that but the plan requires that the dome remain shut. No one may leave the centre of Terrania.
"I don't agree with..."
"Alright! When things get critical we can talk about it. At present the government quarter is in no danger. We have the front under control."
This the Arkonide had to accept.
A short while later Kakuta reported in. "The tanks have arrived, sir. We boarded and are riding in the prescribed direction."
"The third barrier to Capt. Klein's staff battalion has been penetrated by the enemy," Wuriu Sengu announced. "The building is within firing range. Flank advance has slowed down but a central spearhead is forming in the direction of the government quarter."
"There you have it," Thora declared. No one bothered to respond.
Bell ordered the renewed engagement of all available helicopters. Colonel Friedrichs confirmed it resignedly.
"If Ivan's action coincides with the attack of the helicopters, I expect a lot of results. If we are able to add a third factor, it would work even better. You are in command, Reggie, and you don't need me. You won't need Anne and Kitai, either."
"It will do if you leave me Tanaka to get the bearings on the enemy transmitter. But what did you mean?"
"The third factor, pal: our assault troop is invisible! That will help."
Rhodan offered no further explanation. He could not afford to lose anymore time lest he come too late.
The three left the room and rode to the fourth cellar floor. There they each got five normal demolition bombs that were bearable in weight but still each had the effect of a ton of TNT.

* * * *

The name of the tank commander was Sgt Cary. He was a patient man and a genius at freight loading. Within three minutes he had managed to stow Goratschin's 21/2-meter-long body in his crowded tank. And that was not all! There was room for Tako Kakuta and the other crew members.
Ivan's abilities were not unknown to the men of Terrania. They suddenly felt very secure in their tank. Cary racked his brains: how was Goratschin going to work-he certainly could not move much.
"That's nothing," the right head explained. "There are no protective screens that can resist my thoughts, at least none that robots have. And this little bit of steel on your tank is of even less consequence. All I need is to look out your observation window..."
"Here is a telescope. It is more precise and comfortable."
"OK. That's good, comrade," Goratschin's heads cheered in unison.
The two tanks were driving side by side. Their protective screens could be switched to produce an additive effect when their generators were close together, which resulted in more than three times the radius of each energy screen individually. Every tank commander knew that trick; however, it required masterful driving, as the adjacent chains of the two vehicles could not stray more than 20 centimetres apart.
The area surrounding Block J-D 3 was completely deserted. Here and there lay dead and demolished robots. The rubble of collapsed houses was no hindrance for the giant tanks.
The area occupied by the robots started two streets farther along. A lucky hit by the tank gunner eliminated the first sentry but the situation turned critical instantly. The exchange of fire attracted a dozen foes, who attacked in a broad front.
"Watch out, Ivan!" Tako Kakuta called.
"I've got them in the telescope. Shall I...?"
"Naturally. What are you waiting for?"
Now the full demonic scope of Goratschin's mysterious powers came into play. Fully trusting the tank, it was unnecessary for him to think of escaping, which allowed total attack concentration.
The combat robots burst apart. All that remained was an indefinable, glowing something or other.
The counterattack by the two vehicles rolled right over them.
One block farther.
New enemies, more than 30 who immediately took up sustained fire.
"This is too much!" Cary shouted. "Our screens can't withstand it! We must turn around at once!"
"Wait a second!" Kakuta answered in just as loud a voice. Cary was commander but an officer of the Mutant Corps always remained his superior.
Ominous flickers were dancing in front of the observation glass. The energy screen was being stressed to maximum capacity. Then at last the force of the attack diminished. Ivan's matter-devouring thoughts had found their way.
The street had been fought free.
Onward!
Beads of perspiration appeared on their faces.
Onward!
Helicopters thundered low across the sky. At last they were back!