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After defeating the three agents guarding the top floor, Anderson surrenders with Morpheus and Trinity.

The rope used was brought by himself in a trench coat, because the material was fiber and plastic, and the security system did not react at all, after all, defeating a group of opponents with loaded guns with bare hands, ordinary people could not imagine this possibility.

"Even if we stick so close, we can't see what's inside the hive, and I'm a little worried about if there will be a gun pointed at us." Anderson said as he rappelled to Trinity beside him.

Although they still appear to be outside the "hive" at this point, their ties to Normandy have been completely severed, and it is clear that the secret agency's lateral reach is broader than it seems.

"If there's a gun pointed at you, then you'll be able to see it." Trinity responded.

"What?" Anderson didn't know why.

"These aren't just glass walls, they're firewalls," Trinity explains, "and if agents inside want to attack you, they have to contact the firewall first, otherwise they won't be able to see what's going on outside on their own - unless you push too hard and make a noise that makes the enemy know where you are." ”

Firewall...... Anderson looked at the bright yellow glass curtain wall on the outer wall of the "hive" and had nothing to say.

Although I have long accepted that the "reality" I used to know is actually a matter of the virtual world, I still can't turn the corner for a while.

"So, they can substitute for other SWAT and security officers......"

"That's right, remote control."

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

Anderson's slight emphasis on "real people" is actually asking whether they are sleeping in a frame like himself, or if they are a program itself.

"Of course they are 'real people', just like us, the only difference is that they don't have a chance to break free from the control of the Matrix, so any attack on the Matrix is premised on not harming the residents," Trinity replied as she pointed inside the building, "Most of these people think they are working for some kind of secret agency, because the closer people are to the core, the easier it is to come into contact with our actions that are beyond reality, so the agents must have some kind of logical self-consistent theory to explain our existence." ”

"Aliens?" Anderson answered, then shrugged, "Some of the things I've seen before that are hard to explain are explained like this. ”

"Sometimes they will also explain that they are superpowers or secret experiments of the military," Trinity nodded: "After the agent and ordinary people 'transpose', the unlucky ghost who is replaced will only inherit the agent's 'HP percentage', although they will fall into a coma, but the specific injuries will not be inherited, and they will not die, after all, if they kill humans at will, they are not very easy to explain to the 'matrix'." ”

Huh, then......

"But," Trinity continued, as if she knew what Anderson was going to say, "the girl's situation is different, if you sacrifice an ordinary human to enter Zion, it is perfectly acceptable for them, and the purpose of our operation is not to ensure the safety of that 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 'hive' and make her look like someone else, and eliminate the secret key by 'covering'." ”

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

"We're here, ready to break the window." Morpheus interrupted the two of them as they spoke.

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Squeak Squeak –

Boom!

Crash! E-book bar

After drawing a large circle on the outer wall of the hive with a glass knife, the three of them swung outwards together, kicking hard in the middle of the circle as the hanging lock swung back.

Three pieces of near-round glass were kicked directly into the building, and then shattered, and the three figures jumped in, and rolled and unbuckled their waists, instantly putting on a fighting stance.

It was an unusually empty floor, with snow-white walls and floors as far as the eye could see, and the ceiling, which was divided into white squares, emitted a bright and soft white light.

At the other end of the spectrum from where they jumped in was a series of strange machines with no apparent purpose, and in the center of the machinery was a large transparent cylinder holding "Morpheus", the "black bald man" still maintained the same appearance as when he first went to meet the "Prophet", but his expression was very sluggish.

The strong, short, and thick-armed agents that Morpheus and the others had defeated on the rooftop were all around the cylinder.

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

"Ah, what a surprise that the escaped bird would fly back into the palm of its hand," said Smith, who opened his hand and spoke in a pompous theatrical style, "We meet again, Thomas Smith." Mr. A. Anderson, or rather, "Savior"? ”

"Looks like the 'password' tells you a lot of things." Anderson didn't answer, after all, his current state was just "yes".

"Oh~ Mr. Rogan's plan for his life seems reasonable to us, but you have ruined it, Mr. Anderson," Smith said in an aria tone, "Someone who is willing to indulge in a sweet dream, and awakening him is the greatest cruelty, and this is true of a single person, so if the countless people who are immersed in dreams are awakened by you, how will they be placed?" ”

You don't have to ...... them all Hey...... Wait a minute......

After hearing this question, Anderson seemed to have a thought in his mind, but when he looked into it, there was a sense of nothingness.

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

"It's not about you!" Anderson, who was interrupted from his train of thought, replied.

"Wrong answer, it looks like we can only leave all three of you today." Smith twitched the corners of his mouth and lifted his sleeves with two fingers.

"Three against four, the form is not good, find an opportunity to break that jar and rescue people and leave." Morpheus whispered.

"If this Agent Smith's strength is like those three, it's not that he can't fight." Anderson said fearless.

"Don't be stupid, Zaid, Macool, and Gozl all have a record of being defeated, only this 'Smith' doesn't, listen to Morpheus." Trinity also interjected quietly.

Are you quite familiar? Also, what's that weird name?

"That's good...... Belch. Anderson was about to agree, but was shocked by what he saw.

Squeak-buzz-buzz

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

Smith took a half-step forward and grabbed Gatlin's grip with his upper hand: "Mr. Anderson, our friend 'Fortress' wants to say hello to you. ”

Squeak - Da!

Bullet casings flying, blue flames overflowing.