The Collection of The End

【——AD.1999.5.8——】

"It seems you don't want to be restrained, Mr. Anderson."

A tall, serious, gray-haired old man said to Anderson.

"..." Anderson opened his mouth slightly, then closed it again.

This is the department manager's office on the 33rd floor of the software company building where he works.

The panoramic glass window behind the department manager's seat that seemed to be broken after a collision gave Anderson a bad feeling, so he decided to avoid any possibility of a dispute with the manager and further scuffles.

“Every employee in our company is a part of her, and it’s everyone’s wish to make her better,” the department manager stared at Anderson: “Because an employee in a key position cannot arrive on time, the company The overall progress of the company has been slowed down for a long time, which no one wants to see."

"I'm sorry." Anderson can only apologize, how else? Didn't you get up because you went to the disco to play on a whim last night?

"If you think you are special, then you are wrong." Obviously the manager is not satisfied with his apology: "Although the company is a whole, if one of the individuals often does things that harm the whole, then we must not Don't give up this individual."

"..." Anderson continued to remain silent. Although the manager paused temporarily, it was a very unwise choice to speak at this moment.

"It's time to make a decision, Mr. Anderson." After a while, the manager said again: "Is it guaranteed to go to work on time every day in the future, or to find another job?"

"I won't be late again, Mr. Reinhardt." Anderson responded solemnly with a determined attitude.

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"If Trinity reminded me that'Don't be late,' it would be terrible."

Anderson went back to his cubicle and began to clean up the desk to start work, but soon, he found something on his desk that was not his own.

A Nokia mobile phone.

"This..." Anderson picked up the phone and recalled for a moment Trinity said yesterday that her phone calls and social accounts were monitored. "Could they be used to contact me?"

Ding dong ding dong ~ ding dong ding dong ~ ding dong ding dong dong ~

While picking up the phone, it rang directly.

"Hello?" Anderson connected the phone, looked around carefully, and found that no one noticed this very normal ringing.

"[I am Morpheus.]" A deep and thick male voice came from the earpiece.

"I'm Neo, I think you should know." Anderson sat down again, lowering his voice in response.

"[Let's make a long story short, the Matrix has sent someone to catch you, slowly look up.]" Morpheus said.

"..." Anderson quietly peeked his head from the cubicle and found that there were two weird men in black suits and sunglasses on the front desk on this floor asking what, and behind them were four serious police officers. :"What should I do?"

"[Keep a low posture, turn right when you leave the cubicle, go straight, turn left when you pass the printer, enter the room with a water dispenser at the door, and close the door.]"

Morpheus gave instructions quickly, and Anderson did what he said. As a senior programmer, although it was the first time for him to do this kind of stealth action, he did not feel jerky at all.

Finally, Anderson entered the office of the deputy manager of the department who was on a business trip three days ago. He quietly looked at the lobby from the window and found that the two black suits had arrived in his cubicle, talking to the front desk who was enthusiastic about it. what.

"What's next?" Anderson asked the phone in a low voice.

"[Push open the window, jump into the basket of the cleaner on the exterior wall, close the window, wait for the descend, enter the 32nd floor, take the elevator to the 2nd floor, turn to the fire exit to leave.]"

"This is crazy, where are you looking at me?"

Anderson opened the window, and the hanging basket used by the exterior wall cleaner fell slowly to this level, so he put the phone in his pocket and jumped up.

"[I will explain when we meet.]" Morpheus's voice disappeared.

"Um... this height..." Anderson looked at the probe, the height of the 30th floor made him a little dizzy, and then he just squatted down: "I'm just an ordinary programmer, why do I need to work as an agent?"

Squeaky——yoyo——

The hoist placed at the top of the building gradually lowered the gondola and sent the passengers to the 32nd floor.

"Can the elevator go black too?" Anderson looked up, opened the window of the 32nd floor office and jumped in.

At the same time, the gondola, which was originally declining, began to rise.

"Very well, in this way, if they look out, they won't think that I left in a hanging basket. I am indeed someone who dared to use the code name'Sleep God'." Anderson gently closed the window and quietly opened the office. On the 32nd floor, colleagues in the department next door who were not familiar with the door went straight to the elevator with slightly surprised eyes, and then pressed the button on the 2nd floor.

He slightly turned his back to the monitor, thinking while watching the floor numbers gradually decrease.

Obviously, Morpheus did not let himself go to the first floor, it should be those black suits that were still armed on the bottom floor.

The current situation is that not only the legendary masters come to him, but also people who are suspected of special departments have to arrest themselves. What is so special about him? Could it be that some of the information obtained in the matrix is ​​actually very important?

In that case, mourn for three seconds for those unlucky ghosts who bought their own information.

Anderson walked out of the elevator on the second floor and quietly went to the step ladder and glanced at the first floor.

Unsurprisingly, five or six capable men with the same clothes and sunglasses and black suits upstairs are patrolling in the lobby on the first floor. The front and back doors are all within their surveillance range.

After Anderson's elevator arrived on the first floor, several people in black suits immediately gathered around, scanning the people walking out of it one by one, while still talking with their headsets.

Although I don't know what will happen to being caught, it doesn't look great... Anderson murmured, and went straight to the fire exit outside the building.

Squeak~ Squeak~

As Anderson stepped on it, the rusty fire escape made an overwhelming noise.

It’s no wonder that the fire escapes of such a super high-rise building are basically furnishings. Only fools can go up or down dozens of floors in one breath. According to Anderson, for the sake of fire prevention and theft, the outside of this building is more than ten floors. The stairs leading to the door inside the building are not open.

"The problem now is," Standing at the end of the fire escape, Anderson looked at the stairs completely broken from the middle and the alleys below. How do I go down? Although the height of four or five meters is not enough to cause serious injuries, even if I twist my ankle..."

Bang!

Just at this moment, the iron door of the fire exit that Anderson had passed through was knocked open, and three or four people in black suits and sunglasses rushed out, and they all took out guns and aimed at him.

"Damn it! This means life and death?" Anderson didn't have time to think too much, and jumped directly from the crack in the stairs.

Rumble!

At this moment, a huge black motorcycle rushed in from the intersection of the alley.

Time seemed to become extremely slow at this moment, and Anderson, who was falling, slowly changed his movements in the air after seeing the motorcycle, and finally sat perfectly on the back seat of the galloping motorcycle.

In the next moment, the flow of time resumed, and the motorcycle took Anderson out of the alley without stopping, while the men in sunglasses and black suits raised their guns and aimed them for a while, but finally did not shoot.

What just happened?

"Neo! You're late today!" Trinity, who was driving a motorcycle, said loudly to Anderson in the back seat between the speed and the speed.

"You can deduct my bonus!" Anderson also responded loudly.

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