The Collection of The End

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"Is everything ready?"

"Shouldn't you be the one to replace me?"

"I know, but I want to change classes temporarily."

"You like him? You always look at him."

"So obvious?"

"You're going to kill him."

"He won't die so easily. Morpheus believes he is the savior."

"Really? I don't believe it."

"It doesn't matter whether you believe it or not, what matters is-"

"Wait, you're being tracked, they cut the line."

"Tsk... then hang up first."

【——AD.1999.5.7——】

Late at night, the old building with mottled walls and crooked old colored lamps made a creaking sound, barely lighting up the "hotel" they formed, but the crumbling outer frame itself was completely gone. Methods are taken into consideration.

Under this shabby lantern sign, four heavily armed special police officers were showing their IDs to the hotel owner, who turned pale in surprise.

"She's such a dangerous hacker? I swear I had no idea, sir!"

"You're lucky that we don't have any control over allowing check-ins without verifying your identity. Now, if you don't want to be affected, you'd better stay away."

"Uh, yes, okay, sir."

The hotel owner walked out of the hotel door while wiping his sweat. He was startled again by seven or eight police cars that had no flashing lights or sirens. He looked around, then slipped around the corner and left quickly.

The four special police officers looked at each other, each holding a flashlight and a gun and walking upstairs.

"Captain, you're just a 'hacker' and a girl. Why do you need to send out two teams?"

"That's so naive. That's a 'hacker who invaded the IRS database.' If there's no one behind him, who would dare to do something that is obviously seeking death?"

"so,

She probably has an accomplice or a bodyguard? "

"I guess so, don't be careless."

A moment later, four special police officers arrived quietly outside the door of Room 303 of the hotel. They gestured to each other in tactical sign language, followed by a three-second countdown, and finally kicked open the wooden door and rushed in.

"FBI! Don't move! Put your hands up!"

In the living room of a slightly old hotel room, there is a large electronic computer that is incompatible with the environment. It has three monitors and its internal structure is exposed.

In front of the computer, a woman wearing a pure black leather jacket and pants with ear-length hair was sitting with her back to the door. She slowly raised her hands in the face of the threat from the special police.

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Boom boom——squeak——

The special police officers outside the hotel were waiting for their colleagues upstairs to report good news or call for rescue. Suddenly, there was a roar of an engine, and then a high-end black car with license plate number 70858, whose specific model could not be seen from the outside, sped rapidly. Pull into the alley and stop firmly.

The door of the car opened, and three men in crisp black suits, sunglasses, serious expressions, and capable men walked out of the car.

"Police Inspector," one of the men in a black suit, who seemed to have a higher position, walked toward the highest-ranking SWAT officer on the scene: "I think the instructions you received are to 'stand where you are.'"

His voice is slow and arrogant, and his appearance is also very cold and majestic. Although his eyes are obscured by sunglasses, the outline of his face alone is enough to play the role of an elf in some fantasy movies. Characters like king. iBookstore

"Hmph!" Perhaps because his appearance was compared, the police inspector who was being spoken to had a lot of wrinkles and rolled his eyes in displeasure: "This is our territory. I don't care which department you are in, whether you have an official position or not." How high it is, I have the final say here.”

"This order is to protect you." The expression in the black suit remained unchanged.

"Hahaha, that's just a little girl playing with computers," the police inspector grinned: "I sent two teams up, and they should be escorting her downstairs now."

"No," the black suit looked up at the location on the third floor of the hotel: "If you are lucky, they are already dead."

"Oh?" the inspector sneered, "What about bad luck?"

Crash--

As if to answer his question, four figures came out of a room on the third floor of the hotel through a broken window, with their backs facing outward, and smashed onto the ground in front of the inspector with glass shards and blood all over their bodies. However, , even though they were so severely injured, they were all alive, but the wailing sound caused a serious psychological blow to the surrounding special police officers.

"If you're not lucky, they will feel the pain and you will become a patrol officer." The black suit motioned to the SWAT officer who was rolling and wailing on the ground.

Showing "incompetence", "willfulness" and "disobedience of orders" during the mission are more serious things than "failure of the mission".

"What the hell..." After figuring out the key in an instant, the inspector's face turned pale.

"The target has escaped from the fire escape on the third floor." The black suit ignored the police inspector and raised his hand to press the headset to convey the message to other recipients: "Arrest as planned and don't let her reach the 'node'."

The other two men in black suits who arrived with him put their hands on their ears, nodded to him, and left quickly.

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"Morpneus, I've been discovered, tell me the nearest breakaway node."

On the other side of the hotel, the former "hacker girl" was quickly climbing the fire escape while pressing the headset. She had black hair and black eyes, an Asian face with soft facial features, and her decisive and capable actions at the moment. It didn't match the cold expression.

"[The nearby line has been cut off by agents. The nearest node is three streets away, at the intersection of Elm Street and Ivy Street.]" came the response from the headset.

"receive."

"[Trinity, why didn't you just kill those SWAT officers? You should know that they could become agents at any time, right?]"

"It's better to go to the hospital for three months than to become a nutrient solution."

"[It's obviously 'Trinity', but why did you mix in a 'Madonna'?"

"Because she was there from the beginning."

After a brief conversation, Trinity had already climbed onto the rooftop of the hotel from the outside, looked left and right, jumped over the gap between the buildings, and reached the roof of another old building that was as high as the hotel.

Boom! boom! boom!

The door to the hotel stairwell was knocked open, and two black suits and four special police officers filed out. Seeing that Trinity was about to escape control, the police inspector who was in danger of being dismissed picked up his gun and shot, but the accuracy was not good, and the bullet only shot. Hitting ground and rooftop obstacles.

Another man in a black suit jumped over the gap between buildings without hesitation and pursued him, while the SWAT police who did not dare to do so because of their bloated equipment looked at each other.

The handsome man in a black suit who had a higher position before did not pursue. He just raised his hand and pressed the headset: "The target is heading to Ivy Street. Those nearby will immediately destroy all the nodes on that street."

Ivy Street.

The sleeping residents were woken up by the roaring sound. When they looked out the window angrily, they were surprised to find that a heavy-duty construction forklift drove up from nowhere and was tearing down public telephone booths one after another along the way with an indomitable momentum.

But while they were complaining about the guys who were doing construction work in the middle of the night while watching the show, they saw a woman in black rushing from the corner of the street. She rushed into the last phone booth without hesitation with the wind at her feet.

Under the stunned gazes of scattered spectators, the forklift drove over without stopping, crushing the phone booth into rubble.

The man in sunglasses and a black suit who drove a forklift got out of the car, looked at the ruins of the phone booth, and raised his hand to press the headset.

"She ran away."

"[It doesn't matter,]" came the response from the headset: "[This at least proves that the informant is reliable, and we also know her next target.]"

"[Neo.]_