"It seems you are unwilling to be restrained, Mr. Anderson."
A tall, serious-faced, gray-haired old man said to Anderson.
"..." Anderson opened his mouth slightly, then closed it again.
This is the department manager's office on the 33rd floor of the software company building where he works.
The panoramic glass window behind the department manager's chair, which looked as if it could be broken upon impact, gave Anderson a bad feeling, so he decided to avoid any possibility of a dispute and subsequent scuffle with the manager.
"Every employee in our company is a part of her, and it is the desire of each of us to make her better." The department manager stared at Anderson: "Because an employee in a key position failed to arrive on time, the company
The overall progress has been delayed for half a day, which is something no one wants to see."
"I'm sorry." Anderson could only apologize. What else could he say? Was it because he went to the disco on a whim last night and couldn't get up?
"If you think you are special, you are wrong." Apparently the manager was not satisfied with his apology: "Although the company is a whole, if one of the individuals often does things that endanger the whole, then we must not
Don’t give up on the individual.”
"..." Anderson continued to remain silent. Although the manager temporarily stopped speaking, it was a very unwise choice to speak at this time.
"It's time to make a decision, Mr. Anderson," after a moment, the manager spoke again: "Should we ensure that we go to work on time every day in the future, or should we just find another job?"
"I won't be late again, Mr. Reinhardt." Anderson responded solemnly with an attitude of determination to change his past.
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"If that's what Trinity meant when she reminded me, 'Don't be late,' that's really scary."
Anderson returned to his cubicle and began to clear his desk to start working, but soon he found something on his desk that did not belong to him.
A Nokia mobile phone.
"This..." Anderson picked up the phone and recalled what Trinity said yesterday about her phone calls and social media accounts being monitored. "Could it be that they used it to contact me?"
"Hello?" Anderson answered the phone and looked around carefully, finding that no one had noticed the normal ringing.
"[I am Morpheus.]" A deep and deep male voice came from the receiver.
"I'm Neo, I think you should know." Anderson sat down again and lowered his voice in response.
"[Let us make a long story short, the matrix has sent people to arrest you, slowly look up.]" Morpheus said.
"..." Anderson quietly poked his head down from the cubicle and found that at the front desk on this floor there were two weirdos in black suits and sunglasses asking something, and behind them were four police officers with serious expressions.
:"What should I do?"
"[Keep a low posture, turn right when you exit the cubicle and go straight, turn left when passing the printer, enter the room with the water dispenser at the door, and close the door.]"
Morpheus quickly issued instructions, and Anderson followed his words. As a senior programmer, although it was his first time to do such a stealthy operation, he didn't feel unfamiliar at all.
Finally, Anderson entered the office of the deputy manager of the department where he had been on a business trip three days ago. He quietly looked through the window toward the lobby and found that the two men in black suits had arrived in his cubicle and were talking to the receptionist who enthusiastically led him there.
What.
"What's next?" Anderson asked in a low voice on the phone.
"[Push open the window, jump on the exterior wall cleaner's hanging basket, close the window, wait for the descent, enter the 32nd floor, take the elevator to the 2nd floor, and then take the fire escape to leave.]"
"This is crazy, where are you looking at me?"
Anderson pushed open the window, and the hanging basket used by the exterior wall cleaners happened to slowly descend to this floor. So he put his cell phone in his pocket and jumped up.
"[I will explain it after we meet.]" Morpheus's voice disappeared.
"Hmm... this height..." Anderson looked over. He was a little dizzy at the height of 30 floors, and then squatted down directly: "I'm just an ordinary programmer, why do I have to do the work of an agent?"
Zhizhi——Yuyou——
The crane placed at the top of the building gradually lowered the gondola and sent the passengers to the 32nd floor.
"Can the elevator be dark?" Anderson looked up, opened the window of his office on the 32nd floor and jumped in.
At the same time, the hanging basket that was originally falling began to rise.
"Very good. This way, if they look outside, they won't think that I left in a gondola. I am worthy of being someone who dares to use the codename 'Sleep God'." Anderson closed the window softly and quietly opened the office.
Opening the door, colleagues from the next door department on the 32nd floor who were not familiar with him went straight to the elevator with slightly surprised eyes, and then pressed the button for the 2nd floor.
He turned his back slightly to the monitor, thinking as he watched the floor numbers gradually decrease.
Obviously, Morpheus did not allow himself to go to the first floor. It should be that those black suits were still on the ground floor with defenses.
The current situation is that not only the legendary masters are looking for me, but people suspected of being in the special department are also looking for me. What is so special about me? Could it be that some of the information obtained in the matrix is actually very important?
In that case, three seconds of silence for those unlucky people who bought their information.
Anderson stepped out of the elevator on the second floor and quietly took a look at the first floor halfway up the stairs.
As expected, five or six capable men dressed in the same sunglasses and black suits as those upstairs were patrolling the lobby on the first floor, and the front and back entrances were all within their surveillance range.
When the elevator that Anderson took previously arrived at the first floor, several people in black suits immediately gathered around, scanning the people coming out one by one, while pressing their headsets and saying something.
Although I didn't know what would happen if I was caught, it didn't look good... Anderson muttered and went straight to the fire escape outside the building.
Squeak~squeak~
As Anderson stepped onto it, the rusty fire escape made an overwhelming sound.
This is no wonder. The fire exits in super high-rise buildings like this are basically just decorations. Only fools would go up or down dozens of floors through them. As far as Anderson knows, in order to prevent fire and theft, the outside of this building above ten floors
The door leading to the building from the stairs cannot be opened.
"The problem now is," Anderson stood at the end of the fire escape, looking at the stairs that were completely broken in the middle and the alley below. "How do I get down? Although the height of four or five meters is not enough to cause serious injuries, even if
It's because I twisted my foot..."
Bang!
At this moment, the iron door of the fire escape that Anderson had passed through was knocked open, and three or four people in sunglasses and black suits rushed out. Without saying a word, they all took out guns and aimed at him.
"Damn it! Does this mean life or death?" Anderson didn't have time to think too much and jumped directly from the crack in the stairs.
Rumble!
At this moment, a huge black motorcycle rushed in from the intersection of the alley.
Time seemed to slow down at this moment. After seeing the motorcycle, Anderson, who was falling, slowly changed his movements in the air, and finally sat perfectly on the back seat of the speeding motorcycle.
The next moment, the flow of time resumed, and the motorcycle drove Anderson out of the alley without stopping. The men in sunglasses and black suits aimed their guns for a while, but in the end they did not fire.
What just happened?
"Neo! You're late today!" Trinity, who was driving a motorcycle at lightning speed, shouted loudly to Anderson in the back seat.
"You can deduct my winnings!" Anderson responded loudly.
