The Collection of The End

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"Is everything ready?"

"You shouldn't be the one to replace me?"

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

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

"So obvious?"

"You will 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 were tracked, they cut the line."

"Tsk... Then hang up first."

【——AD.1999.5.7——】

In the middle of the night, in the old building with mottled walls, the crooked old colored light tubes made a creaking sound, reluctantly to light up all the "hotel" that they formed, but the frame itself, which was already shaky and shaky, was completely absent. Ways to take care of.

Under this shabby lantern sign, four heavily armed special policemen were showing their credentials to the owner of this hotel, and the latter was pale in surprise.

"She is such a dangerous hacker? I swear I don't know at all, sir!"

"You are lucky. The permission to check in without verifying your identity information is not ours. Now, if you don't want to be affected, you'd better go further."

"Uh, yes, sir."

The innkeeper walked out of the inn door while wiping his sweat, and was shocked again by seven or eight police cars that had no flashing lights and horns. After looking around, he slid around the corner and walked away quickly.

The four special police officers glanced at each other, and walked upstairs with their flashlights and guns.

"Captain, it’s just a ‘hacker’, or a girl, why should you send two teams?"

"Too naive, that's the'hacker who hacked into the IRS database'. If there is no one behind it, who would dare to do this kind of obvious death?"

"So, she probably has an accomplice or bodyguard?"

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

After a while, the four special police officers arrived outside the hotel's room 303 quietly, gesticulating tactical sign language with each other, followed by a three-second countdown, and kicked the wooden door and rushed in.

"FBI! Don't move! Raise your hand!"

In the living room of a slightly outdated hotel room, there is a large-scale electronic computer with three monitors that is incompatible with the environment. The internal structure is exposed.

In front of the computer, a woman wearing pure black leather jackets and trousers with short hair and ears was sitting there with her back to the door, facing the threat of the special police, slowly raising her hands.

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Boom-squeaky-

The special police outside the hotel were waiting for a good news or a call for help from colleagues who went upstairs. Suddenly there was a roar of engine in their ears, and then a high-end black car with a license plate number of 70858 and no specific model could be seen. Drive into the alley and stop steadily.

The car door opened, and three men in black suits and sunglasses with serious expressions on their faces walked out of the car.

"Inspector," one of the black suits who appeared to be in a higher position approached the special police officer with the highest police rank on the scene: "I think the instruction you received was to'stand by.'"

His voice is methodical, with some long-standing arrogance, and his appearance is also very cold and majestic. Although his eyes are blocked by sunglasses, his exposed face profile alone is enough to star in some fantasy movies. The role of the king.

"Huh!" Maybe it was because his appearance was compared, and he was called up. The police inspector with very serious legal patterns rolled his eyes and looked at him very uncomfortably: "This is our territory. I don't care which department you belong to. How high, I have the final say here."

"This order is to protect you." The black suit complexion remained unchanged.

"Hahaha, that's just a little girl playing with a computer," the inspector grinned and sneered, "I sent two teams up, and she should be taking her downstairs now."

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

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

Wow!

As if answering his question, the four figures came out of a broken window in a room on the third floor of the hotel with their backs facing away, and slammed them on the ground in front of the inspector with glass **** and blood stains. Even though they were hit so hard, they were all alive, but the wailing caused a serious psychological blow to the surrounding special police.

"With bad luck, they will feel pain, and you will become a patrolman." The black suit motioned to the special police tumbling and wailing on the ground.

"Incompetence", "self-use", "defying orders" displayed in the task, but it is more serious than "task failure".

"Damn..." The inspector paled after he figured out the key.

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

The other two black suits who arrived with this black suit pressed their hands to their ears, nodded slightly to them, and walked away quickly.

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"Morpheus (Morpneus), I was found, tell me the nearest breakaway node."

On the other side of the hotel, the former "Little Hacker" is quickly climbing the fire ladder while pressing her headset. She has black hair and dark eyes, and has an Asian face with soft facial features. She is acting decisively and ably It doesn't match the cold expression.

"[The nearby line was interrupted by Agents, and the nearest node was three streets away, at the intersection of Elm Street and Ivy Street.]" A response came from the headset.

"Roger that."

"[Trinity, why didn't you kill those special police directly? You should know that they might become special agents at any time?]"

"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 with a ‘Mother’s Mother’?]”

"Because she was there from the beginning."

After a brief conversation, Trinity had already boarded the roof of the hotel from the outside, looked around, skipping the gap between the buildings, and reached the roof of another old building that was as high as the hotel.

Huh! boom! boom!

The door of the hotel stairwell was knocked open. Two black suits and four special police officers filed out. Seeing that Trinity was about to get out of control, the superintendent who was in a crisis of dismissal picked up a gun and shot, but the accuracy of the head was not good and the bullets were only Hit the ground and roof obstacles.

The other black suit did not hesitate to jump over the building and chase away, and the special police officers who were afraid to do so because of their bloated equipment looked at each other.

The handsome black suit who was in a higher position did not pursue him, but raised his hand and pressed his headset: "The target is heading to Ivy Street, and people nearby immediately destroy all nodes on that street."

Ivy Street.

The sleeping residents were awakened by the roar, and when they looked out the window angrily, they were surprised to find that a heavy construction forklift had come from nowhere, and was shoveling over a number of public phone booths along the way with an indomitable momentum.

While they were watching the play while complaining about the guy who was working in the middle of the night, they saw a woman in black rushing from the corner of the street, and the wind rushed into the last phone booth without hesitation.

Under the stunned gaze of the sporadic audience, the forklift ran into it without stopping, crushing the phone booth into rubble.

The sunglasses and black suit driving the forklift got out of the car, looked at the ruins of the phone booth, raised his hand and held the headset.

"She ran away."

"[It’s okay,]" a response came from the headset: "[This at least proves that the informant is reliable, and we also know her next goal.]"

"[Neo.]

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