The Collection of The End

【——AD.1999.5.21——】

Matrix, "Honeycomb", security check hall on the first floor.

This mysterious building with armed special policemen, sunglasses and black suits coming in and out from time to time, ordinary citizens are afraid to stay away, for fear of taking a closer look and discovering what secrets have been caught.

Occasionally, a brave guy looks inside and can't see anything, because this building is different from ordinary buildings. Its ground floor is not a conventional reception hall. After entering the gate, there is a row of six high. Technology security gate.

Because the hive itself is indeed very much like an official institution and has such a distinctive facade, it is called the "six doors" by some good people.

At this time, the "six doors" welcomed three visitors.

They were all dressed in smart black clothes, black trousers and black trench coats, with large sunglasses covering half of their faces. They could barely distinguish a black bald man, a handsome white young man, and a handsome short haircut. female.

"Password." The security captain, who was standing at the security gate, asked in a familiar way.

"753413677." The bald black man reported a string of numbers.

"Oh," the security entered this string of numbers on some kind of portable instrument in his hand, and a green light lit up: "Confirm that it is correct, go through the security check."

The three of them looked at each other, and each walked into a security door frame and stood there. The security inspector guarding the door immediately held up the instrument and scanned them all over, and then the security door also lit the green light indicating that everything was normal. .

"Okay, let's go," the security captain said like an endorsement: "Your password this time has been abandoned. Please get a new password in time before leaving next time."

The bald black man nodded his head with a slightly arrogant attitude to show that he knew, and then walked through the security gate to the lobby on the first floor.

Behind them, the security inspectors who looked back began to whisper.

"Seriously, I am not used to seeing these'agents' every time, they are too arrogant."

"Yes, yeah, but those'special police' are more approachable. I have also drank with some of them."

"I can occasionally see special police officers on TV, but it is completely unclear what these agents are usually responsible for."

"Ha, it's something secret, secret, top secret, etc. It's no good for you to know it."

"Of course I know, but pure curiosity won't do much—"

The security captain didn't stop his men from whispering. It was no problem if the guard was tired all day and whispered a few words, as long as you don't delay work or be heard by those agents...

Wait... Agent?

The security captain was amazed, and quickly picked up the instrument on hand to flip through the records.

"753413677, the password of the field staff of the Eighth SWAT team."

"..."

Although you can hypnotize yourself and say that it is actually a special police who dresses like a special agent, but how do you think it was these guys who killed a team of special police and pretended to be a special agent?

boom! The security captain smashed the alarm button under his desk, and shouted at the harsh alarm: "There are sneakers! Catch them!"

Buzz-buzz-

The three people who had just arrived in the middle of the hall looked at each other, and decisively scattered and rushed in different directions before the security guards reacted.

As the three intruders passed the security check smoothly and proved that they did not carry firearms, the security guards did not respond for a while, and were hesitating to draw their guns for warning or what to do. Only the security guards who were rushed by the three people were stimulated by the sense of crisis. He took out his truncheon and tried to attack.

The tall and long bald black man rushed to the front of the security guard. The security guard reflexively slapped the past, but in the next second, he was hit directly by the opponent's elbow and his ankle was tripped. After a while, the whole person fell forward, and finally, he suffered a heavy elbow on his back and fell directly to the ground in a coma.

"Wow-Da!" "Bang-Boom!" When faced with the security guard's obstruction, the white young man didn't even try to pay attention to the poor baton who hadn't attacked at all. He was three meters away from the security guard. With a loud shout, he leaped into the air and launched a kick at the opponent. While the hapless security guard was kicked with the baton, the person was kicked directly into the wall behind and passed out.

Finally, the woman with short hair was the slowest. When she rushed to the security guard, the other party had already seen the tragic situation of the other two colleagues and was frightened. Although he was still holding a baton, he displayed a pair of strict guards. A defensive attitude.

Faced with this style of play, the woman smiled and stepped forward to squeeze the security guard’s elbow and buckle hard. The security guard lost strength and defensive posture because of the hemp, and she lifted her arm easily. When the woman in front of me was wondering what she wanted to do, she saw her sprinting swiftly, passing under the security guard's ribs while swinging her arms, and instantly appeared two or three meters behind him. Until then, The security guard felt severe pain in his abdomen. When he had time to distinguish the specific pain, he had already covered his abdomen and fell to the ground, and passed out.

"Don't move! Don't move!"

The other security guards finally took out their guns and started aiming at the three intruders, but they were not sure whether the three unarmed intruders should shoot, after all, no one dared to invade or sneak into the "hive".

Boom! bump!

When they hesitated, these people had already hit three or four security guards.

The bald black man mainly uses his strength to strike and strikes after the enemy attacks and loses his balance. The short-haired woman likes to fight in close quarters, destroying the opponent's defense and giving a severe blow. Only the white young man... The sound of "Wow, da" one after another, and the security guard who was hit hard by him was also the worst-at least he had to fly two meters away.

"Shoot! Shoot!" The security captain couldn't bear it and decided to take the initiative and order his men to fire freely.

Although the order itself was correct, the timing was wrong. At this time, the three "sneakers" had already knocked down most of the security guards. The colleagues lay all over the place. No one can guarantee that there would be no stray bullets hitting them after they were shot. The captain was willing to carry the pot that accidentally injured his companion, but the other security guards did not dare to shoot.

What's more, after some more nerveless security guards fired, the three intruders even started playing tricks such as wall jumping, somersaults on the spot, and long-distance sliding shovel. Colleagues who didn't respond as well were like cutting wheat. Fall down one after another.

"Huh!" "Drink!" "Ah-da!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" "Don't come here!"

The security captain, who had emptied the magazine but had no results, watched dullly as the three invaders emptied the entire hall of defensive forces, and then walked in front of him.

The hand holding the gun trembled slightly.

They may be going to ask themselves something, and if they are desperate by then, maybe...

bump!

A heavy blow completely interrupted his plan of action that was still planning and had no possibility of success.

Before the security fell into a deep coma, the white young man was heard speaking:

"Dive into success."