Romanian Eagle

The early morning sun slowly climbed into the sky, the first rays of sunlight shone on the earth, and the quiet city once again showed its vitality.

Ivan IV Street, commemorating the liberators of Kazan, the Kazan Reserve Bank has not been rejuvenated.

"Oh~"

Yurif, who was yawning with a hint of unwillingness to retreat from sleepiness on his face, was changing shifts with his partner.

"Yurif will leave it to you here."

The comrade-in-arms, who had just finished the night shift, impatiently handed the rifle on his body to the two of them, dragged his tired body and left after leaving this sentence, and they hurried back to make up for their sleep.

Yurif glanced at his comrades who left, yawned a long time, and complained to his partner with satisfaction: "It's unfortunate, why don't you dispatch us to collect supplies."

Listening to Yurif's words, Dovsky, his partner, fiddled with his rifle and replied: "Is it exciting to see other companies going back to the barracks?"

Facing Dovsky's words, Yurif said disdainfully: "You are not envious. I heard that someone collected a gold watch when collecting supplies."

Yurif's words stopped Dovsky from continuing to tinker with the worn-out rifle. I saw him reply: "Who doesn't envy, but who made our lovely company commander not get the task of dispatching."

Yurif remembered what happened a few days ago and couldn't help but say, "If only the bank we were guarding had money."

Dovsky remembered what happened a few days ago, and couldn't help but say, "Stop dreaming, all the money in the bank has been emptied. If you still have it, don't you want to be meticulous for a few nights."

Dovsky's words reminded Yurif of the scene where the company commander and platoon commander kept patrolling, and he couldn't help shivering. The taste of it was really uncomfortable. So he chose to branch off the topic.

"I hope to have better luck next time, and I can send us out to make a small fortune."

"No chance."

"Why? Did you get any news."

Yurif was a little surprised by Dovsky's words. He knew that this partner had an older brother who was a commuter in the regiment, and he was well informed.

Seeing Yurif's face full of desire for knowledge, Dovsky, who was satisfied, said: "I heard that our regiment will dispatch people to strengthen the guard along the railway line.

We have been assigned because of our poor business spirit, and it is estimated that the order will be issued in two days. "

Dovsky's words made Yurif complain.

"Damn luck."

Looking at Yurif complaining, Dovsky felt the same way. Who doesn't want to make a small fortune to improve their life, they are tired of eating potatoes every day, and they haven't had a drink for a long time.

"Think about it, this is at least closer to your home."

Dovsky knew what happened to his partner Yurif. This guy lives in Chebikreis, not far from Kazan, and has a sister in addition to his parents.

Hearing Dovsky's words made Yurif even more worried. He sighed and said, "I don't know if they have mobilized to relocate. My hometown is also within the scope of relocation."

Dovsky was about to say something comforting when he heard the sound of a car driving from far to near with good ears, which made him pay attention. Everyone had seen the car, but it was different than Yurif, who had only been in the army for less than three months. He knows more, but he knows that there are not many cars that can be driven in the city of Kazan, and they are all concentrated in the hands of the government and the army. Is there any character coming to inspect it?

The look of Dovsky's looking around caught Yurif's attention, and at this time he heard it and couldn't help but look around.

At this time, there were several square-headed cars on the corner of the street where few people were present. This is the best-selling Dongfeng truck in the world. In order to keep out the wind and rain, the trucks also pulled up a cover over the carriage.

"What kind of mission is this?"

Yurif kept asking about his knowledgeable partner.

"probably."

In the face of Yurif's question, Dovsky answered somewhat uncertainly.

Just as the two were talking, the convoy stopped at the bank. At this time, a few people came down from the cab and walked towards the two of them. One of the leaders, who was wearing an officer's uniform with a sturdy face, said directly before they could ask, "Are you soldiers of the Second Regiment and Sixth Company?"

Facing the officer's question, the most experienced Dovsky replied: "Yes, I don't know who you are...?"

"I'm Major Ivan of the City Defense Command. I'm here to perform a mission."

Speaking of which, Major Ivan reached into his chest pocket and took out a folded piece of paper.

"This is my mission order, and it needs to be handed over to your company commander."

While this Major Ivan was talking with Dovsky, an entourage who followed Major Ivan in civilian clothes walked to Yurif and took out a pack of cigarettes and asked, "Are you smoking?"

"thanks."

Yurif, who had been out of cigarettes for a long time, couldn't help but took one out of the cigarette case, and instantly he had a good impression of this stranger.

"Ding."

"Snapped."

The man pulled out a lighter and lit Yurif a cigarette.

"hiss"

Yurif took a sip, feeling that every cell in his body was stimulated by the cigarette, and he immediately felt different.

Yurif, who was intoxicated, didn't notice that the man who lit his cigarette was watching him and observing the conversation next to him with his peripheral vision. When Dovsky took orders from Major Ivan, the entourage stepped forward and covered Yurif's mouth. Before he understood what was going on, he hugged his head and twisted it hard. A slight click sounded. Yurif, who was stunned, lowered his arms weakly, and grabbed the cigarette he had just smoked in his hand. fell at his feet.

Yurif's gradually dissipating eyes happened to see that Dovsky was also held by the same Major Ivan, his head was twisted in a strange position, and his eyes were full of surprise.

After solving the guards in just two or three seconds, Vasily, who pretended to be Major Ivan, supported the trembling corpse of the guards, and whispered to the people behind them who were covering them: "Lal, Russ, come and pretend to be guards, Others come with me."

After Varissy's voice fell, the curtains dropped behind several cars were lifted, and people in Soviet uniforms and weapons jumped out of the trucks one after another.

The few pedestrians on the street and the slack of the defenders during the day made the next action extremely smooth. The hall, the duty room, the second floor, and the third floor were quietly taken down by a group of people.

Among them, the commander of the garrison, the company commander, was caught by Varissy while fooling around with a girl with freckles in the former governor's office on the third floor. Captain Vidnov, who thought he was discovered by the inspection officers and had no idea that he was already at the gate of hell, ended his life in this way. The only thing that made him happy was that a girl was walking with him on the way to heaven.

After all this, Vasily, who was tired and sweating on his forehead, told his subordinates who were in the same situation: "Ruler, you let Shirka bring that Donovsky here. Now it's time for him to show his value."

After he finished speaking, he dragged his tired body and said to his subordinates: "Take the time to rest, we will be busy in a while."

Shirka, who had been waiting for a long time, took Donovsky into the bank immediately.

"Go this way."

Donovsky, who led the way in front, led the crowd through the hall and aisle to the small garden behind the bank. On the road, Donovsky also explained to everyone: "The secret vault was already considered when the building was built. In order to prevent theft, many new technologies were used at that time, such as steel and concrete structures, the use of rotor locks for doors and other heights. Technology. For concealment and confusion, the exit is also outside the building.”

After arriving at the small garden, Donovsky walked to a separate hut in the corner.

"This tool room is where the exit is."

As soon as everyone entered the tool room, they saw the tools sparsely thrown aside. Looking at these messy tools, with obvious signs of reaction, Donovsky looked to a corner. After finding the untouched trace, he pointed to it and said to Shilka and Vasily: "The entrance is here."

Vasily stepped forward and knocked on the ground and the wall, and said with some doubts: "This is solid, are you sure it is here?"

Facing Vasily's words, Donovsky nodded and said, "Yes, you only need to dig half a meter deep."

"This is easy, Abbott, Coles, Donick, come and dig here."

The few people named by Vasily had big arms and round waists, and at first glance they were suitable for this kind of thing.

A few people who were digging here with tools, dug it out in no time. At this time, a solid channel constructed of steel and reinforced concrete appeared. After everyone waited for the air to dissipate for a while, they walked inside with the lights on, and the passage suddenly opened up after a few steps. At this time, Donovsky walked to a corner and pointed to a position with a small door open and said, "This is the power generation room."

Vasily pointed at the two of them. "You go to generate electricity."

The roaring generator sounded in the vault, immediately lighting up the place. Donofsky walked over to a metal door and said, "This is the vault door."

Hearing Donovsky's words, Vasily said to him: "Now that the location is known, let us do the rest. Work."

As Vasily's voice fell, the others who followed immediately began to prepare tools. Looking at the group taking out the explosives and cutting machine, Donovsky said in surprise: "Are you going to blow up the gate here?"

"Yes, this is the fastest way. You can rest assured that we are professional and will not hurt you."

Hearing Vasily's words, Donovsky said with a bit of tears and laughter: "There is no need for this, I have the key."

Donofsky's words stopped everyone's movements, and the air was full of embarrassment. Vasily gave Shirka a special look for the sake of it.

Shirka said embarrassedly. "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"But you didn't ask."

As Donovsky opened the door to the vault, a glittering scene appeared in front of everyone.

Everyone was stunned for a while, and Donovsky, who had seen such a scene once before, couldn't help but indulge in it. Because of the different nature, the gold used to belong to the Russian government, but now a small part of it belongs to itself.

Vasily replied first. He stepped forward and picked up a piece of gold to examine it. It was also engraved with the Russian initials of the Reserve Bank.

"Okay, let's get to work now. Ruhler asked everyone to prepare all this gold to be packed and ready to be shipped to the shipyard."

Vasily's words made everyone recover, and the group began to put gold into the prepared wooden box. There are still words on the box, such as food, ammunition, etc., these are prepared by Christo, and they have 3,000 such boxes.

Most of them are still in the transport fleet that Millett is responsible for, and these vehicles will also join them for transportation. Of course, in order to ensure the safety of the team, the cooperation of others in the plan is now required.

Time to distract the defenders.