"Successful infiltration?" Trinity glanced at Anderson with a half-smile.
"Well..." Anderson adjusted his black windbreaker and looked around.
The walls were mottled with bullet holes, broken glass and broken building structures, as well as unconscious security guards lying on the ground, making weak screams of pain from time to time.
"That's right," he raised his eyebrows: "The infiltration was successful."
"The SWAT team we attacked will wake up soon, don't waste time." Morpheus didn't intend to tell a joke to them, so he moved his wrist and walked towards the elevator on the side of the hall.
"Tank? Can you analyze the terrain upstairs?" Trinity followed behind and pressed her ears.
"[No... squeak... your... squeak... interference... serious... squeak]" bursts of white noise came from the headphones.
"Don't force it. It's difficult to hack into such an important location, and it may be counter-tracked. We will temporarily cut off contact when we move inside." Trinity responded.
"[...OK...]" The tank disconnected the communication.
drop.
Morpheus pressed the button to call the elevator, then raised his hands and waited there.
"Well, Morpheus, you can go back now," Anderson advised from the side: "After you appear in the surveillance on the first floor, the agents will know that they have arrested the wrong person, and the girl's life safety will not be in question.
Now, all we have to do is rescue her."
"What if they think I'm a fake in disguise?" Morpheus remained motionless.
"That's... uh." Anderson still wanted to argue, but after thinking about it for a moment, he realized that if it were him, he wouldn't be able to retreat just like that.
"Changing the topic, is it okay if we just take the elevator directly? The other party will probably arrange an ambush." Anderson looked at the declining numbers above the elevator door.
"Don't worry, they still respect the laws of physics in most cases," it was Trinity who replied this time: "If they ambush on any floor, we will break through the ceiling of the elevator room and climb with our bare hands."
"This sport sounds really extreme." Although Anderson still had doubts, since the veterans said so, he could only think that they were very confident about it.
Ding.
At the end of the number, the elevator door slowly opened, and Anderson subconsciously raised his fists on guard, but he didn't see the expected SWAT policemen rushing out with guns and live ammunition.
"They will no longer send security guards and special police with low combat effectiveness to deal with us. The next opponents can only be agents." Morpheus walked into the elevator without hesitation.
"Well, their strength is the same as in the simulation program?" Anderson and Trinity also walked into the elevator and watched Morpheus click on the number on the 33rd floor.
"The strength of 'simulated agents' is updated every time we come into contact with real agents. If we have to compare, it can only be higher but not lower," Morpheus replied: "However, the purpose of our trip is to save people.
Rather than engaging in a life-and-death battle with agents, the odds of winning are relatively high."
"I hope so - oh?!" Anderson wanted to say something else, but the elevator under his feet suddenly accelerated and he almost stumbled and fell to the ground.
"Be careful! They have modified the elevator data and plan to send us directly to the top floor!" Trinity held the wall with one hand and shouted a warning.
"Very good! Go as planned!" Morpheus replied immediately.
What plan? What plan?
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Boom!
The box-type elevator slammed into the ceiling of the elevator shaft at a very high speed that was completely out of the elevator's setting, and the violent explosion caused the entire elevator shaft wall to shatter into pieces.
"Ah...so the so-called plan is to 'break the ceiling'?"
With a low complaint, three people in black trench coats slowly descended from directly above the destroyed elevator shaft like three giant black falcons.
In front of their destination, there were three agents in sunglasses and black suits waiting there.
"Morpheus, I didn't expect you to come to the Beehive and throw yourself into a trap," a strong agent took a step forward: "Now that you are here, don't think about leaving easily."
"You can try." Morpheus responded coldly.
"Trinity, the IRS has wanted you for a long time. It seems that I won the bounty." Another smaller agent focused on Trinity.
"I have no intention of cashing it out, and am planning to increase it even more." Trinity also responded.
"Ah... isn't this Mr. Anderson? It seems that your opponent is me." The last agent, who was not tall but had rather thick arms, looked at Anderson.
"No, you are not my opponent." Anderson adjusted his sunglasses.
At this moment, not only the agents, but also Morpheus and Trinity also slightly turned their heads and glanced at Anderson. There was no doubt that Anderson was the winner in the exchange of harsh words.
"Die!" The thick-armed agent, who was obviously aware of this, punched Anderson directly with a lunge, and the punch even caused a sonic boom.
Heavy punch in the middle! Will be followed by a light kick!
Anderson blocked the blow with his arms together, and then pressed down. Sure enough, he caught the thick-armed agent's foot that was trying to tackle him. Then, taking advantage of the opponent's inability to recover, he directly grabbed his ankle and yanked him backwards, lowering his posture too low.
The thick-armed agent pulled him down directly, then shouted "Wow!", flew up and put his kick on the opponent's waist, and kicked him out.
This series of actions were all completed within three seconds, and the people and agents who were paying attention here didn't even have time to look away.
"Where are you looking at!" The first person to react was Trinity. She jumped forward in front of the short agent and hit him on the head with a series of upper jabs. Although the short agent was in time,
He reacted, but was still punched several times, and even the sunglasses were knocked off his face.
"Drink!" After the short agent was beaten back a few steps, he finally took the opportunity to put up a posture that looked like an eagle's claw in front of his face. It seemed that as long as Trinity continued to attack with jabs, he could catch it.
Her arm made a counterattack.
But unfortunately, after finishing a set of punches, Trinity had already taken two steps back, and her eagle claw missed the target.
The short agent's posture was old, and he felt something was wrong. He was about to change his moves, but when he saw Trinity, who was already out of the boxing range, he did a somersault on the spot. His long legs were thrown out like a whip, hitting the short agent directly from bottom to top.
On the chin, he kicked him half a meter into the air. Then Trinity landed on the ground and turned around, and then used a forward elbow to knock the short agent who had just fallen away, just in time to collide with the thick-armed agent who was kicked away by Anderson.
Together.
Anderson and Trinity glanced at each other in approval, then looked at Morpheus together.
"Boom! Boom!"
At this time, Morpheus happened to use a series of physical skills to make the strong agent lose his balance, and then hit him hard on the back to knock him down on the spot. He raised his head and looked at Anderson and Trinity, and seemed to understand something:
"This guy is too heavy to fly."
"...We have no intention of letting you kick him over to join the pile."
