-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Уильям Гибсон
-
- Нейромант
-
- Стр. 20/285
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
He
was
flanked
by
his
joeboys
,
nearly
identical
young
men
,
their
arms
and
shoulders
bulging
with
grafted
muscle
.
'
How
you
doing
,
Case
?
’
'
Gentlemen
,
’
said
Ratz
,
picking
up
the
table
’
s
heaped
ashtray
in
his
pink
plastic
claw
,
'
I
want
no
trouble
here
.
’
The
ashtray
was
made
of
thick
,
shatterproof
plastic
,
and
advertised
Tsingtao
beer
.
Ratz
crushed
it
smoothly
,
butts
and
shards
of
green
plastic
cascading
onto
the
tabletop
.
'
You
understand
?
’
'
Hey
,
sweetheart
,
’
said
one
of
the
joeboys
,
'
you
wanna
try
that
thing
on
me
?
’
'
Don
’
t
bother
aiming
for
the
legs
,
Kurt
,
’
Ratz
said
,
his
tone
conversational
.
Case
glanced
across
the
room
and
saw
the
Brazilian
standing
on
the
bar
,
aiming
a
Smith
&
Wesson
riot
gun
at
the
trio
.
The
thing
’
s
barrel
,
made
of
paper
-
thin
alloy
wrapped
with
a
kilometer
of
glass
filament
,
was
wide
enough
to
swallow
a
fist
.
The
skeletal
magazine
revealed
five
fat
orange
cartridges
,
subsonic
sandbag
jellies
.
'
Technically
nonlethal
,
’
said
Ratz
.
'
Hey
,
Ratz
,
’
Case
said
,
'
I
owe
you
one
.
’
The
bartender
shrugged
.
'
Nothing
,
you
owe
me
.
These
,
’
and
he
glowered
at
Wage
and
the
joeboys
,
'
should
know
better
.
You
don
’
t
take
anybody
off
in
the
Chatsubo
.
’
Wage
coughed
.
'
So
who
’
s
talking
about
taking
anybody
off
.
We
just
wanna
talk
business
.
Case
and
me
,
we
work
together
.
’
Case
pulled
the
.
22
out
of
his
pocket
and
levelled
it
at
Wage
’
s
crotch
.
'
I
hear
you
wanna
do
me
.
’
Ratz
’
s
pink
claw
closed
around
the
pistol
and
Case
let
his
hand
go
limp
.
