The Collection of The End

【——AD.1999.5.21——】

After defeating the three agents guarding the top floor, Anderson rappelled down together with Morpheus and Trinity.

The rope used was brought by him in his windbreaker. Because the material was made of fiber and plastic, the security system did not react at all. After all, defeating a group of opponents with live ammunition with bare hands was a possibility that ordinary people could never imagine.

"Even if we are so close, we can't see anything inside the hive. I'm a little worried about whether there will be a gun pointed at us." Anderson said to Trinity beside him while rappelling.

Although they still appear to be outside the Hive at this time, contact with Normandy has been completely severed, and it is obvious that the horizontal influence of this secret agency is wider than its appearance.

"If there was a gun pointed at you, you would have seen the gun," Trinity responded.

"What?" Anderson didn't know why.

"These are not ordinary glass exterior walls, they are [firewalls]," Trinity explained: "If there are agents inside who want to attack you, they must first contact this firewall, otherwise they will not be able to see what is happening outside - Unless you pedal too hard and make enough noise for the enemy to locate you."

Firewall... Anderson looked at the bright yellow glass curtain wall on the outer wall of the "Beehive" and was speechless.

Although I had long accepted that the "reality" I knew before was actually a matter of the virtual world, I still couldn't turn around for a while.

"Then, they can replace the actions of other SWAT and security guards..."

"Yes, remote control."

"No, no, I'm asking, what will happen to the security guards themselves? Are they 'real people' themselves?"

Anderson slightly emphasized "real people", but he was actually asking whether they sleep in the same frame as himself, or whether they are a program themselves.

"Of course they are 'real people', just like us. The only difference is that they have no chance to escape from the control of the Matrix, so any attack on the Matrix is ​​based on not harming the residents," Trinity replied while pointing towards the interior of the building. Refers to: "Most of these people think that they are working for some kind of secret agency, because the closer to the core, the easier it is for people to come into contact with our behaviors that are beyond reality, so the agents must have some kind of logical and self-consistent theory to explain our existence. .”

"Aliens?" Anderson answered, then shrugged: "Some of the unexplainable things I have seen before were explained this way."

"Sometimes they are also interpreted as superpowers or secret military experiments.

"Trinity nodded: "After the agent 'transforms' with an ordinary person, the unlucky person who is replaced will only inherit the agent's 'health percentage'. Although it will fall into a coma, the specific injuries will not. If you inherit, you will not die. After all, if you kill humans at will, they will not be easy to explain to the 'Matrix'. "

Hey, then...

"But," Trinity continued as if she understood what Anderson was going to say: "The girl's situation is different. If they can enter Zion by sacrificing an ordinary human, it is completely acceptable to them. The purpose of our operation is not to ensure the safety of the girl. After all, as long as she still lives in the matrix, she will always be found. What we have to do is to take her out of the 'hive' and turn her into something else. The appearance of a human being, through 'overwriting' to eliminate that key."

"Uh..." Although the plan was proposed by Anderson, the details really still depend on professionals.

"We're here, ready to break the window." Morpheus interrupted the two people's teaching activities.

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Zhizhizhi——

Boom!

Wow! E-book bar

After using a glass knife to draw a large circle on the outer wall of the honeycomb, the three of them swung outward together, and kicked the center of the circle hard while swinging the hanging lock back.

Three nearly perfectly round pieces of glass were kicked directly into the building and then shattered into pieces. Three figures then jumped in, rolled over and unlocked their waists, and instantly got into a fighting stance.

This is an unusually empty floor, with snow-white walls and floors everywhere you look, and the ceiling divided into white squares emit bright and soft white light.

On the other end opposite to where they jumped in was a series of strange machines with no apparent purpose. In the middle of the machine was a giant transparent cylinder that contained "Morpheus". The "black bald man" still maintained his original appearance. The way he looked when he went to see the "prophet", but his expression looked very dull.

The strong agents, short agents and thick-armed agents that Morpheus and others had defeated on the rooftop were surrounding the cylinder one by one.

Standing directly in front of the three of them was "Agent Smith" who was very familiar to the group.

"Ah, what an unexpected surprise that the escaped bird will fly back into the palm of your hand," Smith opened his hand and said in a grandiose theatrical style of speech: "We meet again, Mr. Thomas A. Anderson , or should I say, [Savior]?”

"It seems that the 'password' told you a lot of things." Anderson did not answer. After all, his current status was only "can be".

"Oh~ Mr. Logan's plan for his life seems reasonable to us, but you ruined it, Mr. Anderson," Smith said in an aria tone: "Someone is willing to immerse himself in a dream and wake him up. It is the greatest cruelty, even for a single person. If countless people immersed in dreams are awakened by you, how will you deal with them?"

It’s not like you need all of them...eh...wait...

After hearing this question, some idea seemed to flash through Anderson's mind, but upon closer inspection, it felt vague and ethereal.

"Mr. Anderson? What do you think?" Smith continued the aria.

"It has nothing to do with you!" Anderson, whose train of thought was interrupted, replied.

"Wrong answer. It seems we can only keep all three of you today." Smith twitched the corner of his mouth and lifted his sleeves with two fingers.

"Three against four, the situation is unfavorable. Find an opportunity to break the jar and rescue the people and then retreat." Morpheus said in a low voice.

"If this Agent Smith is as strong as those three, it's not like he can't fight." Anderson said he was fearless.

"Don't be stupid. Zaid, Makur and Gozier all have records of being defeated. Only this 'Smith' doesn't. Listen to Morpheus." Trinity also interjected in a low voice.

Are you familiar with each other? Also what kind of weird name is that?

"Okay... uh." Anderson was about to agree, but was shocked by the sight in front of him.

Creak - buzz -

With a strange mechanical sound, the floor in front of Smith suddenly cracked, and then an unusually weird and ferocious Gatling heavy machine gun rose from it.

Smith took half a step forward and grabbed Gatlin's grip with his upper hand: "Mr. Anderson, our friend 'Fortress' wants to say hello to you."

Buzz-buzz-buzz!

Bullet casings flew and blue fire erupted. _