The Collection of The End

【——AD.1999.5.21——】

Matrix, honeycomb rooftop.

"Wow!" "Drink—" "Boom! Boom!"

Murphys, Trinity and Anderson are engaged in a fierce offensive and defensive battle with the three sunglasses and black suits.

The combat effectiveness of these "agents" is obviously much better than that of the security guards downstairs and the heavily armed special police. If those people undergo a set of combat combos, they will definitely lose their combat effectiveness even if they are not unconscious on the spot.

But these three agents fought with Murphy Strinity and Anderson for a long time, and the tricks that were enough to stun ordinary people could not be less than five or six sets, but the appearance looked the same as when the battle just started-at most they were blown away. Sunglasses or headset.

"[Anderson! Cut him in the middle!]"

"[Trinity! This foot is beautiful!]"

"[Morpheus be careful—oh, counterattack, that's all right.]"

Anderson was busy fighting with the agents, but the cheers and tips of the crew on the Normandy continued to be heard. Murphys and Trinity may have been used to it, but Anderson was disturbed by the quarrel, and their combat effectiveness declined.

"Who can explain to me why these agents are so resistant to fights?" Anderson shook off the thick-armed agents and asked the "audience": "Also, when will you resume communications?"

"[There is no way to contact the inside of the'Hive', but you are on the rooftop now,]" the tank responded: "[In addition, the agents themselves do not have entities, they are just a piece of data. Your attack on the vital points will increase the damage at most. , But if you want to completely knock them down, you have to completely destroy their "data structure network". In 1999, you have to empty their "health bars".]"

"Excellent, then can you show their'hp'?" Anderson jumped back and avoided the three consecutive sweeping legs of the thick-armed agent.

"[There is no way to quantify this, here can only be estimated in the form of a percentage of the observed data intensity... OK.]"

Following the words of the tank, Anderson saw that a not-so-wide horizontal bar appeared on the head of the opposite agent with thick arms. It was more than half empty, and the whole was light red. There was a number in the middle of the empty bar: "36%"

It seems that playing for a long time is not without gain... Anderson subconsciously looks at Morpheus and Trinity's opponent.

Strong Agent: 17%

Dwarf Agent: 24%

Why are you the slowest?

"Where are you looking!?" "Boom!"

The moment Anderson was distracted, the thick-armed agent slammed into him and stunned him. He failed to defend himself, and then he received two consecutive midsection punches in his abdomen.

Anderson vaguely judged that the opponent should receive another mid-range punch before changing his move, so his arms crossed and planned to respond with a mid-range counterattack. Unexpectedly, the thick-armed agent stopped abruptly and turned to an upper high-whip kick. Anderson's head whirled him out.

"[Forgot to tell you, we generally don’t use this kind of auxiliary means,]" Tank’s words came late: "[Displaying the opponent’s'hp' is not only easy to be distracted, but also when this number is close to zero. Overturned by negligence.]"

"Thank you for reminding," Anderson stood up again in a tumble on the spot, righting the sunglasses that had been kicked crookedly: "So, don't care about the'HP', as long as the opponent can't stand up."

"[About this, there are signs to follow. When their'HP' returns to zero, they will—]"

"bump!"

On the other side, Morpheus once again shook his opponent out of balance, then raised his foot and tripped him, and another fierce double wind pierced his ears, and the agent who was still struggling was silent again. There are still 13% of the "HP" directly returned to zero.

Squeaky

In the next second, the strong agent who seemed to have passed out of a coma lit up with a red and black thunder and lightning. This thunder and lightning passed over him. The original dark suit and black suit became a fully armed special police. Of course, it was. In a coma.

"[This is the most troublesome point of encountering agents in the matrix. They can be defeated, but they cannot be killed.]" The tank said: "[That guy and one of the hapless special police officers below exchanged positions, and within three minutes Can be repaired by the matrix to an intact state.]"

"Then we don't - oh, yes," Anderson figured it out halfway through his words: "The elevator has broken down, and the agents who also follow the laws of physics can't come up out of thin air."

"Quick battle and quick decision." Murphys moved his wrist and stared at the enemy who originally belonged to Anderson: "We wait and find a way to sag down to save people."

"Uh... OK." Anderson looked at the short agent who had been beaten by Trinity to 18%, feeling a little stressed.

And the thick-armed agent on the opposite side pulled up the corner of his mouth and raised his hand to hook his finger.

Pedaling

Anderson quickly rushed towards the thick-armed agent, looking like he was about to launch a fierce mid-stage kick, and the thick-armed agent stepped back, raising his arm to accumulate energy, as if he was planning to have a head-on.

When the two sides were about to collide, the thick-armed agent sneered coldly, interrupted the original energy-storing action directly, and then put his arms forward, waiting for something to grasp.

Obviously, this is a mid-stage return. If he really launches a mid-stage kick, he can only grab his legs and slam on the ground on the other side, and can only be passively beaten for a period of time.

"Wow!"

Anderson issued a battle cry that everyone on the scene was familiar with, but the thick-armed agent caught nothing.

At the moment he was stunned, Anderson stopped in front of him, sneered back, and jumped up on the spot. The two high-legged kicks that used his force hit the thick-armed agent's chin severely. He kicked up half a meter from the spot.

"Ah da da da!"

A string of mid-section light punches from Anderson accurately hit the thick-armed agent’s abdomen. These punches themselves contained rising power, which made the agent hover in the air and failed to land. When he finally started to fall, Anderson kicked in the upper section again. He continued to float in the air and received another set of mid-section light punches.

This time, the force that caused the thick-armed agent to continue to float was insufficient. Anderson did not continue to try to kick him into the air. Instead, he retreated half a step back on the spot and launched a mid-stage kick that would otherwise require a long-distance run.

"Bump!" "Boom!"

The thick-armed agent in the suspended state was too late to respond, and was kicked far away by this flying leg, hitting the wreckage of the stairwell that had been torn apart by the elevator explosion, causing another collapse.

Squeak-thunder and lightning flashed, 36% of the "HP" was directly returned to zero.

"Is it actually me the slowest?" Trinity said in a relaxed tone. When Anderson turned to look at her, she had already stepped on the little agent's head and had a backflip, and rushed to the ground as soon as she landed. Both legs kicked on the back waist of the dizzy little agent at the same time, kicking him all the way out, and in the middle of it flashed into a special police appearance.

"[Anderson has a good line!]"

"[Trinity's killer is handsome!]"

"[Obviously Captain Morpheus is the fastest! He just doesn't like fancy things!]"

A mess of audience comments came from Anderson's headphones.