The Collection of The End

【——AD.1999.5.21——】

After defeating the three agents guarding the top floor, Anderson surrendered along with Murphys and Trinity.

The rope used was brought in the windbreaker. Because the material is made of fiber and plastic, the security system did not respond at all. After all, defeating a group of opponents with unarmed guns and live ammunition with bare hands, ordinary people would never think of this possibility.

"Even if I put it so close, I can't see what's inside the hive. I'm a little worried that a gun will be pointed at us." Anderson said to Trinity, who was next to him, while dropping down.

Although they still appear to be outside the "hive" at this time, their contact with Normandy has been completely cut off. Obviously, the horizontal influence of this secret institution is wider than its appearance.

"If a gun is pointed at you, then you must be able to see that gun." Trinity responded.

"What?" Anderson didn't know why.

"These are not ordinary glass exterior walls, they are [firewalls]," Trinity explained: "If there are agents inside who want to attack you, you must first contact this firewall, otherwise they themselves will not see the outside situation— Unless you pedal too hard and make a sound that is enough for the enemy to determine your position."

The firewall... Anderson looked at the bright yellow glass curtain wall on the outer wall of the "Honeycomb", with nothing to say.

Although I had long accepted that the "reality" I had previously recognized was actually a matter of the virtual world, I still couldn't turn the corner for a while.

"So, they can replace the behavior of other special police and security..."

"Yes, remote control."

"No, no, I'm asking, what will happen to the security guards themselves? Are they ‘real people’ themselves?"

Anderson emphasized a little bit about the "real people", actually asking them whether they are sleeping in the box like themselves or whether it is a program itself.

"Of course they are'real people', just like us, the only difference is that they have no chance to get rid of the matrix control, so any attack on the matrix is ​​based on the premise of not harming the residents," Trinity replied and pointed towards the inside of the building. Means: "Most of these people think that they are working for some kind of secret agency, because the closer to the core, the easier it is to access our behavior beyond reality, so the agents must have some logical and self-consistent theory to explain our existence. ."

"Aliens?" Anderson answered, then shrugged: "Some of the inexplicable things I have seen before are all explained in this way."

"Sometimes they will interpret it as superpowers or secret military experiments," Trinity nodded: "After the agent and ordinary people are'transposed', the unlucky ghost that is replaced will only inherit the agent's blood. "Quantity Percentage", although it will fall into a coma, the specific injuries will not be inherited and will not die. After all, if humans are killed at will, they will not be easy to explain to the'Matrix'."

Huh, then...

"But," Trinity continued as if he could see what Anderson was going to say: "The girl’s situation is different. It is completely acceptable for them to enter Zion at the expense of an ordinary human. And the purpose of our operation is not to ensure the safety of the girl. After all, as long as she is still living in the matrix, she will always be found. What we have to do is to take him out of the "beehive" and make her other With human appearance, the key is eliminated by'covering'."

"Uh..." Although the plan was proposed by Anderson, the details really depend on professionals.

"We are here, ready to break the window." Morpheus interrupted their teaching activities.

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Squeaky——

Boom!

Wow!

After using a glass knife to draw a large circle on the outer wall of the honeycomb, the three of them swung outward together, and kicked in the middle of the circle while swinging the hanging lock back.

Three pieces of nearly round glass were kicked directly into the building, and then smashed to pieces. The three figures jumped in, and rolled over and unlocked the locks on their waists, and immediately assumed a fighting posture.

This is an unusually empty floor, with white walls and floors, and the ceiling divided into white squares emits bright and soft white light.

Opposite the place where they jumped in, there is a series of strange machines with no apparent purpose. In the middle of the machine is a giant transparent cylinder with "Morpheus" closed. The "black bald man" still maintains the original. The look when I went to see the "Prophet", but his expression was very dull.

And the strong agents, short agents, and thick-armed agents that Morpheus and others had defeated on the rooftop were surrounding the cylinder one by one.

Standing directly in front of the three of them was the "Agent Smith" whom the group was very familiar with.

"Ah, it's a surprise that the escaped bird will fly back to the palm," Smith opened his hand and said in a grandiose stage-style speech: "We meet again, Mr. Thomas A. Anderson. , Or rather, [Savior]?"

"It seems that the'password' tells you a lot." Anderson said nothing, after all, his current state is just "maybe".

"Oh~ Mr. Logan's plan for his life seems reasonable to us, but you have destroyed it, Mr. Anderson," Smith said instead in an aria tone: "Someone is willing to indulge in dreams and wake him up. It is the greatest cruelty. This is true for a single person. If the countless people immersed in dreams are awakened by you, how will they be placed?"

Don’t have to all...Huh...wait...

After hearing this question, Anderson seemed to have some thoughts in his mind, but upon closer examination, there was a sense of emptiness.

"Mr. Anderson? What do you think?" Smith continued to aria.

"It has nothing to do with you!" Anderson, who was interrupted, said back.

"The answer is wrong. It seems we can only leave all three of you today." Smith twitched his mouth and lifted his two sleeves with two fingers.

"Three against four, the form is unfavorable, find an opportunity to break the can and save the people and evacuate." Murphys whispered.

"If this Smith is as strong as those three, it's not impossible to fight." Anderson said he was fearless.

"Don't be silly, Zaid, Markur, and Gozl have a record of being defeated, only this ‘Smith’ doesn’t, listen to Murphys." Trinity also interjected in a low voice.

Are you familiar? Besides, what's that strange name?

"That's good... uh." Anderson was about to agree, but was surprised by the sight in front of him.

Squeak--buzz--

With a strange mechanical sound, the floor in front of Smith suddenly cracked, and then an unusually weird Gatling heavy machine gun rose from it.

Smith stepped forward and grabbed Gatlin's grip: "Mr. Anderson, our friend Fortress wants to say hello to you."

Squeak-da da da da da!

The shells are flying, and the blue fire is overflowing.