the end of the heavens

Russell didn't move his body, let the bullet hit his body, swung up on the spot, spun around the edge of the roof, and fell down top-heavy.

The three agents stepped forward quickly and heard the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground from a distance. They looked at each other and turned to leave, letting the American police clean up the mess.

On the street, Russell raised his hand to flick off the bullet on his body, chose a random direction to hide in the darkness, his body merged with the darkness, and soon disappeared.

……

Three or ten minutes later, Russell pulled up his trousers and walked out of a shopping mall in a neat suit. It was closed at night, so he couldn't find a salesperson even if he tried to swipe his card.

Bad review!

He wandered aimlessly in the city, and found that many shops in the streets and alleys were closed, but instead there were groups of hooligans one after another.

"Chicago, no wonder!"

Passing by a weapon sales store, Russell stepped in, picking and choosing under the watchful eyes of the clerk.

Browning 1911, Beretta 92fs, Glock 17, the sales volume of these three pistols remains high, Glock is too ugly, the first pass, among the remaining two, Russell chose Beretta.

There are three types of Beretta 92fs in the store, regular, stainless steel, military 9, nothing to consider, 9 of course.

When checking out, the clerk inadvertently exposed the large revolver at his waist, put 9, magazines, and bullets into the shopping bag, and did not pull up the open jacket until Russell swiped his card to leave.

"Let me think about it, where should I go next?"

Russell, who was wandering around, noticed a few small tails behind him, sighed and turned into the alley next to him, walked out after 3 minutes, and continued to think about the appropriate time to cut into the plot.

In the end, it was concluded that as fate would have it, as long as Neo dared to appear in front of him, he dared to break the plot so that the main god could not recognize it.

Passing by the bar ahead, several wobbly men helped each other out, and the smell of alcohol could be smelled from far away.

"Well, how was the buddy I introduced to you last time?"

"It's expensive, but it's worth the money. The technology is really good. I'll look for him next time."

"To be honest, that guy Anderson is really a genius. The documents he stole for me last time made me kill that fat pig a lot of money."

"Hahaha, me too, sometimes I really want to start a company with him, he is responsible for collecting information, and I am responsible for door-to-door debt collection..."

"Sounds great, why don't we try it another day."

"Guys, can you introduce this Mr. Anderson to me?" The first two words made Russell subconsciously stay away from them, but the latter words made him involuntarily come closer.

"You're..."

Facing the familiar Russell, the drunks were about to go mad on the spot. Shocked by Russell's arrogance, they lined up in a row in an instant, stood obediently in place, and reported Anderson's address and phone number without reservation.

Russell waved his hand, told the drunks to get out, turned around and walked towards the destination two streets away.

The current Neo is not the savior yet, his name is Anderson during the day, and he burns CDs in the company.In the evening, his name is Neo, and he is a hacker who collects money to burn CDs for clients.

As long as the price is right, he will not refuse the client's request, and he will engrave any CD.

Not only is the savior’s hack not turned on, but Neo has not been in contact with Zion’s rebels and the mother’s anti-virus software.

"If I contact Neo now and spoil what will happen in the future, what will happen to the plot..." Russell raised his eyebrows, this matter is very interesting.

Also, with his luck, in such a large area of ​​Chicago, you can come across information about Neo when you just walk around the streets. Don't think about it, it must be the guidance of fate, and it is suitable for Neo.

No, it's Neo's fortune!

The distance between two streets was short. Russell glanced at the old-fashioned apartment building, passed by the sleepy security guard, and knocked on the door of room 101.

"who are you?"

Neo pushed open the door and saw Russell dressed in a suit, tie and sunglasses. He froze for a moment and said, "If it's selling newspapers, I've already subscribed, thank you."

"Introduced by acquaintances, they said you have good skills."

"Sorry, you have the wrong person."

Neo's face turned cold, and he raised his hand to close the door.

Russell raised his hand against the door: "Mr. Anderson, do you have this feeling that you don't know if you are awake or in a dream?"

Neo is currently in a period of confusion, and Russell believes that the other party will definitely sit down and talk to him slowly after saying this.

Click!

The door was shut tightly, and there was a faint sound of the bolt being inserted.

Russell: "..."

Sure enough, if you want strangers to talk to you well, only eloquence and good looks are not enough, you have to make the truth clear at the first time.

So, 2 minutes later, Neo was tied to a chair by strips of cloth torn from the bed sheet, and a black rag was stuffed into his mouth...

Chapter 9 Boy, do you long for power?

"Mr. Anderson, you are so confused about where you are, that sometimes you wake up and think you are still in a dream..."

Russell looked around O'Neill's single kennel, rummaged through the bookshelves, and found $[-] in a programming book that had been hollowed out in the middle.

There is a house of gold in the book, what the ancients said is true!

In front of Oni, Russell put the three thousand dollar knife into his arms.

There is no way, the portable space is not available, and he cannot use the telepathy to swipe the card every time, which is not in line with his principles of life.

It's different here for Neo, not to mention that it's ill-gotten gains, and he won't be able to use it in the future.

Seeing this, Neo, who was tied up, stared at Russell with fire in his eyes, and fell to the ground with his chair because of the violent struggle.

"Don't worry about it, no matter how loud the sound is, people outside will not be able to hear it."

Russell curled his lips, lifted Oni and the chair from the ground, and then took out the rag from his mouth with a smile: "If you don't believe me, you can try it. I guarantee that no one will come to rescue you even if you scream."

Neo was fuming from the torn rag, his stomach turned upside down, he retched a few times and his face turned pale. When he heard Russell's words, he was suddenly startled and uncertain.

"Ha ha……"

Russell laughed twice, and pushed the door open, allowing Neo to see the corridor directly: "Call it, whatever you want, if you think your voice is not loud enough, I can help you."

Neo's face was cloudy and uncertain, and he took a peek at Russell, his Adam's apple twitched, and he shouted for help outside the door: "Help! Anyone heard it, call 911 for me, I've been kidnapped!!"

"Help---"

Russell turned on the computer, let Neo call for help, and played the game of 'fc little bee' by himself.