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Normandy, connection program.

"Dididi!" "Toot toot!"

"Sir, do you need help?"

Anderson smashes a big hole in the solid-looking asphalt from the sky, but he himself is completely fine.

When he grabbed the edge of the crater and climbed back to the surface, he saw vehicles blocking traffic because of the commotion he had caused, curious pedestrians, and police officers hurrying to try to communicate with him.

This already familiar landscape has no real sense at all for Alice, who has just gotten down the rabbit hole.

“…… How? Did we accidentally fall into the 'Matrix'? Anderson looked left and right to try to find Morpheus.

"No, infiltrating the Matrix requires adequate security to proceed." Morpheus stepped out from behind the officer.

At this moment, whether it is pedestrians, vehicles, or even fluttering flags, they are completely "frozen" in place.

"A mere jumping program shouldn't add this kind of useless and redundant background figures, so that's another part of the training program, right?" Anderson immediately used the logic of a senior programmer to analyze it.

"That's right, we train in fighting and jumping, and of course we have to deal with the same kind of people who are also controlled by the Matrix, but the [agents] who are equivalent to the spokesmen of the Matrix, that is, the black suits who are tracking you."

Morpheus raised his hand and pointed at the officer who was asking Anderson about something, and the other person blurred for a moment, then changed to the black suit of sunglasses he had ever seen, and the man was holding a gun and aiming it at Anderson's head.

"They're ...... Antivirus? Anderson glanced at the gun and panned two steps away from the muzzle.

"While it's not appropriate to call ourselves viruses, their role is really similar to that of antivirus software, and their daily job is to hunt down and fight us to the death." Morpheus pressed again, and the "agent" became a police officer again.

In the next moment, the traffic jam was restored, the crowd of onlookers dispersed, and the officers picked up the walkie-talkie to report that there was nothing unusual and turned away without hesitation.

"They have the power to completely suppress us, and they can replace anyone in the matrix at any time," Morpheus said to Anderson in the middle of the endless stream, "All of our training results are to be able to escape from their pursuit, and here's the training device for 'how to evade agents'." ”

"They can't be defeated?" Anderson was a little incredulous: "When I was hunted down, I noticed that they weren't much more physically fit than the average person. ”

"Yes, but not necessarily," Morpheus replied, "they are more powerful than they look, and even if we try our best to kill one of them, he will appear on the street corner you don't see the next second." ”

"So what is our purpose? Destroy the matrix directly at the data level? Anderson remembered the term he had once said.

"That's the ultimate goal, until then, we're going to recruit and train more fighters," Morpheus didn't seem to be going to say more, turning and walking slowly into the crowd, "I'll mark an end for you, and you'll try to avoid the agents as you rush there, and it's up to you whether to use fighting or parkour." ”

"Wait-" "Didi! ”

Anderson was about to ask something, but a van was speeding towards him, and the driver was frantically honking his horn to signal him to get out of the way. 59 Books

It seemed that the preparation time was over, and Anderson kicked his feet and walked briskly from the middle of the road to the sidewalk.

Pedestrians on the side of the road no longer unconsciously keep a reasonable distance to avoid their position, some moving away a little, others approaching a little more carelessly.

"Looks like it's really like returning to the Matrix ......," Anderson muttered, looking around slightly, and almost immediately finding the mark that Morpheus was talking about.

It was a door that penetrated pedestrians, vehicles, and buildings, projecting its image and position from a great distance onto the golden light gate on Anderson's retina.

"Well, it looks like that's the end." Anderson muttered and began to look for a way to where the door was.

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"I guess it's not going to be that simple." Anderson looked at the "agent" staring straight at him in the alley in front of him, and struck a Jeet Kune Do starting pose.

Previously, he had found the exact location of the end by looking up a map of the town, and then he had approached it by walking as far as possible on the back path, as unhindered and pursued as expected.

This plan was based on the fact that Matrix agents were "antivirus" and "can replace others at any time", and it seemed to be a success.

After all, if the logic of the behavior of the simulated escaped opponent is too far from the target's behavior, it will not be effective at all.

If the logic of their behavior is anti-virus software, then agents will not be able to take action against themselves until they show "harm", and based on the "can replace anyone" feature, they can also see everything these people see through anyone's eyes, then, as long as they do not act as illegal acts, and try their best to avoid the eyes of ordinary people, they just need to -

- Dealing with the guard agent who was guarding the finish gate.

Anderson jumped back and forth, noticing that the agent had no intention of attacking, and turned one hand into a fist, with the palm of his palm stretched upwards towards the agent, and then hooked.

The agent activated instantly, rushed in front of Anderson in less than a breath, clenched his right hand into a fist, formed a ninety-degree angle between his forearm and his arm, and threw a mid-section punch into his abdomen.

Syllable! Syllable! Rumble!

The agent unleashed a right mid punch followed by a left mid punch, and then, as Anderson intertwined his arms to maintain a mid-section defense, a headbutt slammed over, staggering Anderson, who had not had time to change to an upper defense, and then leaned sideways and slammed Anderson out of the air with a hard shoulder blow.

Da, da! Touch!

Anderson adjusted his posture in the air, kicked out with both legs, and used the roadway walls on both sides to stop the general and fly back, and when he looked again, the agent on the opposite side had already rushed in front of him, and a heavy punch was on the way, and between the lightning and flint, Anderson's left leg kicked the wall hard to make him complete the air turn, and then his right leg was whipped like a whip on the head of the agent who could not protect himself because of the attack, which not only knocked off the agent's sunglasses, but even made him fly out in a circle.

The agent got up from the ground again, touched his empty eye sockets, and stared at Anderson viciously.

"It's really done, come again." Anderson continued to stretch out his palms defiantly.

In the next instant, the entire world turned into countless "gravel" and flew away in all directions, leaving only the original pure white world.

"We're going to have to stop learning," Morpheus said, "Grox seems to have spotted us." ”