1188, The Matrix (2)
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"Is everything ready?"
"You shouldn't be taking my place, right?"
"I know, but I want to change shifts temporarily."
"You like him? You always look at him. β
"So obvious?"
"You're going to kill him."
"He won't die so easily, and Morpheus believes he's a savior."
"Really? I don't believe it. β
"It doesn't matter if you believe it or not, what matters is-"
"Wait, you're being tracked, and they're cutting the line."
"Tsk...... That hangs up first. β
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In the middle of the night, the old buildings with mottled walls and crooked old colored light tubes creaked, barely lighting up all the "hotel" they composed, but the crumbling frame itself was completely unable to take care of it.
Under the shabby lantern sign, four heavily armed SWAT officers are showing their credentials to the innkeeper, who turns pale with astonishment.
"She's such a dangerous hacker? I swear I don't know, sir! β
"You're lucky that it's not our business to allow check-in without verifying your identity, and now, if you don't want to be affected, you'd better go far."
"Uh, yes, okay, sir."
The innkeeper walked out of the hotel door while wiping his sweat, and then was startled again by seven or eight police cars that had no flashing lights or horns at all, looked left and right, and then slipped away quickly in the corner.
The four SWAT officers glanced at each other, each holding a flashlight and a gun, and walked upstairs.
"Captain, it's just a 'hacker', or a girl, why do you want to send two teams?"
"It's naΓ―ve, that's a 'hacker who hacked into the IRS database', if there is no one behind it, who would dare to do such an obvious death-seeking thing?"
"So, it's likely that she has an accomplice or bodyguard?"
"I guess so, don't be careless."
Moments later, the four SWAT officers quietly arrived outside the door of room 303 of the hotel, exchanged tactical sign language, followed by a three-second countdown, and finally kicked open the wooden door and rushed in.
βFBIοΌ Don't move! Hands up! β
In the living room of the slightly old hotel room, there is a large electronic computer with three monitors and an exposed internal structure that is out of place with the environment out of place.
In front of the computer, a woman in a pure black leather coat and leather pants with short ear-length hair was sitting with her back to the door, slowly raising her hands in the face of the threat of the SWAT.
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Boom - Squeak -
The SWAT officers outside the hotel were waiting for their colleagues upstairs to receive good news or call for help, when suddenly there was a roar of an engine in their ears, and then a high-end black sedan with a license plate number of 70858 and no specific model on the appearance drove into the alley and stopped steadily.
The door of the sedan opened, and three men in crisp black suits, sunglasses on their faces, and serious expressions, walked out of the car.
"Inspector," one of them, in a black suit who looked a little higher, walked towards the highest-ranking SWAT officer on the scene, "I think you were instructed to 'stay put.'" β
His voice is slow, with a little long-standing arrogance, and his appearance is also very cold and heroic, although his eyes are obscured by sunglasses, but the contours of his face alone are enough to play a role such as the Elf King in some fantasy movies. Love Book House
"Humph!" Maybe it was because his appearance was compared, and he was accosted, and the police inspector with serious nasolabial folds rolled his eyes and looked at him very unhappily: "This is our territory, I don't care which department you are, how high your official position is, I have the final say here." β
"This order is for your protection." The black suit has the same complexion.
"Hahaha, that's just a little girl playing with the computer," the inspector grinned, "I sent two teams up, and I should be escorting her downstairs now." β
"No," the black suit looked up at the third floor of the hotel, "if you're lucky, they're dead." β
"Oh?" The Inspector scoffed, "What about bad luck? β
Whoaβ
As if answering his question, four figures broke out of a room on the third floor of the hotel with their backs outward, slamming on the ground in front of the inspector with glass shards and blood stains, but even with such a heavy blow, they were all alive, but the wailing caused a serious psychological blow to the surrounding SWAT.
"If you're unlucky, they'll feel the pain, and you'll be a patrolman." The black suit gestured to the SWAT at who was rolling and wailing on the ground.
Showing "incompetence", "self-righteousness", and "disobedience to orders" in the mission is a more serious thing than "mission failure".
"Hell...... after figuring out the trick in an instant, the police inspector's face turned pale.
"The target has escaped from the fire escape on the third floor," the black suit ignored the inspector and raised his hand to press the headset to convey a message to the other receivers: "The arrest is carried out according to the predetermined plan, and she is not allowed to reach the 'node'." β
The other two black suits who arrived with the black suit pressed their hands to their ears, nodded slightly, and walked away quickly.
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"Morpneus, I've been spotted and told me about the nearest detachment."
On the other side of the hotel, the former "little hacker girl" was rapidly climbing the fire elevator while pressing her headset, her black hair and black eyes, and an Asian face with soft facial features, which did not match her decisive and capable actions and cold expression at the moment.
[The nearest line has been cut by Agents, and the nearest node is three streets away, at the intersection of Elm Street and Ivy Street.] A response came from the headset.
"Roger."
"Trinity, why didn't you just kill those SWATS? You should know they could become agents at any time, right? γβ
"It's better to go to the hospital for three months than to be a nutrient solution."
"[It's obviously the 'Trinity', but why did you mix up a 'Madonna' in it? γβ
"Because she was there in the beginning."
After a brief conversation, Trinity had already ascended to the roof of the hotel from the outside, looked left and right, and jumped directly over the gap between the buildings to reach the roof of another old building as tall as the hotel.
Boom! Bang! Bang!
The door to the stairwell of the hotel was slammed open, and two black suits with four SWAT officers rushed out, and seeing that Trinity was about to get out of control, the police inspector who was in danger of being dismissed picked up his gun and fired, but the accuracy was not good, and the bullet only hit the ground and the roof obstacles.
Without hesitation, another black suit also jumped over the building interval and chased away, while the SWAT officers, who were too bloated to do so, looked at each other.
The handsome black suit with a higher position before did not pursue, but just raised his hand and pressed the headset: "The target is heading to Ivy Street, and the people in the vicinity will destroy all the nodes on that street at once." β
Ivy Street.
Awakened by the roar, the sleeping residents looked out their windows in exasperation to find a heavy construction forklift coming out of nowhere, knocking down public phone booths along the way with an indomitable momentum.
And when they were watching the play while complaining about the construction in the middle of the night, they saw a woman in black rushing from the corner of the street, and rushed into the last phone booth without hesitation.
Under the stunned gaze of the sporadic spectators, the forklift crashed into it without stopping, crushing the phone booth into rubble.
The black suit in sunglasses driving the forklift got out of the car, looked at the ruins of the phone booth, and raised his hand to hold down the headset.
"She ran away."
"[It's okay,]" the headset responded, "[This at least proves that the informant is reliable, and we know her next target.] γβ
"[Neo]. γ