The Matrix is a virtual world that has nothing to do with the real body. Therefore, after the human resistance in Zion hacked into the Matrix, they all climbed over the walls and killed one person as ten as they could without blinking an eye.
Of course, they also have their limits, and they are far from the opponents of the "anti-virus software" agents.
The same goes for Russell. When he first entered this illusory world, his thinking was still limited to the original inertia.
Taking the two passive skills of Lightning Rod and Electricity Storage as an example, he felt that without his physical body, he could not store electricity, but in fact, when he appeared on the stage like a terminator, he was surrounded by electricity and nothing happened.
"How big your heart is, how big your ability is. As long as I feel that I am strong enough, I will be the God of this world..."
Russell murmured to himself that his heart is not that big, and he does not want to become God. He just needs to show his original power x10. Anti-virus software is not easy, so he can't bully people too much.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Several gunshots were heard in the distance. Russell folded the wings behind his back and turned around to look. A man in a suit and leather collar, and a long-legged woman in a tight black leather jacket were chasing each other on the roof of the building, followed by a group of people.
American imperial police in slow motion.
In another world, it would definitely be a scene where the FBI chases the female snitch, and maybe the FBI would give a warning at the beginning of the film.
In "The Matrix", the FBI in a black suit and tie is an anti-virus software. Its purpose is to eliminate junk programs, and then to kill the rebels who have hacked into the mother body.
The lady with long legs was the rebel. Russell saw that she had short short hair and strong features. Although she was a woman, she had a bold mind comparable to that of a man. He guessed that she was the heroine in the trilogy, named...
"Uh, what's her name?"
While Russell was muttering to himself, the long-legged lady, Trinity who had sneaked into the mother's body, jumped over the more than ten-meter-wide gap between the buildings. After landing, she rolled to release her strength and hid behind the water tank next to him.
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Their eyes met, and Trinity's eyelids twitched. It was okay to stand on the roof blowing in the wind at night, but it was a bit unreasonable to not wear clothes.
Russell smiled and turned around, with no trace of embarrassment at all, but this was just a superficial phenomenon. He was very shy inside and was worried that he would be laughed at if he showed it, so he pretended to be calm.
This is a pervert!
Seeing that Russell was not ashamed but proud, with a lewd smile on his face, Trinity reached for the pistol at her waist and fired several shots at...the pursuer.
On the other side, the pursuing American police were forced to stop. Omg marveled at Trinity's jumping ability and lamented that long legs are an advantage.
Immediately afterwards, Agent Jones of the anti-virus software once again performed a leap across the building. He accelerated to the edge of the building, ignoring the distance between the buildings, and landed smoothly with his feet stepping on the cracks on the ground. His eyes locked on Trinity's position, and at the same time
I also saw Russell, a passerby.
As advanced anti-virus software, agents are everywhere in the Matrix. Any consciousness that has not unplugged the plug will be forcibly entered by them and transformed into their appearance.
Of course, Agent Jones switched bodies, hoping to take Russell's place and end this cat-and-mouse game.
Buzz buzz!!
Agent Jones swayed slightly, stared at Russell dumbfounded, frowned and invaded again, but still failed.
"This is impossible!"
Nearby, Trinity, who didn't notice anything unusual, shot back, killing the stunned Agent Jones on the spot.
After she succeeded, she was in disbelief. Thinking of the pervert next to her, she turned the gun around, fearing that he would look like an agent.
However, no, Russell was clearly visible, and there was no black suit or tie.
Trinity had a look of disgust on her face, feeling that if she continued to look at it, she would get a needle's eye, so she ran quickly for more than ten meters, jumped onto another building, and soon disappeared into the night.
Russell did not chase after him. The plot had just begun, and it was of little significance to contact Zion's resistance. He was going to hang out for a while and find the confidence to get all his abilities back.
Also, as expected of a heroine, these legs look even longer from behind.
"Hey, I just forgot to ask, is her leather jacket breathable... will her cysts bulge when she farts?"
Russell, who had never worn a tight leather jacket, was really curious about this seemingly boring question.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
After three high-altitude leaps and the sound of footsteps landing, three agents in suits and sunglasses jumped to the rooftop and surrounded Russell with expressionless faces. Agent Jones, who had just been headshot, was among them.
Agent Jones discovered Russell's abnormal 'program' and passed the information to other agents. The three immediately replaced the police officers' bodies. Because the situation was too weird, Russell was listed as a priority and gave up chasing Trinity who escaped.
Another familiar face...
Russell looked at the leading Agent Smith and vaguely remembered Elrond, the elf lord of Rivendell in Middle-earth.
Elves are annoying to think about.
"Unknown procedure, no documented identity."
"Exclude it now!"
The three agents didn't say much. The leader, Agent Smith, spoke coldly. The three of them simultaneously pulled out the pistols in their waistbands and pulled the triggers on Russell one after another.
Bullets were fired continuously, and in Russell's narrow eyes, the speed of the bullets was getting slower and slower.
He believed that he could dodge bullets, and he had been able to do so a long time ago. In this illusory world, this strong confidence made the bullet's flight trajectory slower and slower, slow enough for him to brush his teeth, wash his face, and change clothes.
You can avoid it!
But why hide?
Russell's body remained motionless, letting the bullet hit his body. He swayed on the spot, spun around on the rooftop, and fell down top-heavy.
The three agents stepped forward quickly and heard the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground in the distance. They looked at each other and turned away, leaving the American police to clean up the mess.
On the street, Russell raised his hand to flick off the bullets on his body, and randomly chose a direction to hide in the darkness. His body merged with the darkness and soon disappeared.
…
Thirty minutes later, Russell put on his trousers and a straight suit and walked out of a shopping mall. It was closed at night, so he couldn't find a salesperson even if he wanted to swipe his card.
Bad review!
He wandered aimlessly in the city and found that many shops in the streets and alleys had their doors closed, but instead there were groups of hoodlums in groups.
"Chicago, no wonder!"
Passing by a weapons sales store, Russell stepped in and made a selection under the wary gaze of the clerk.
Browning m1911, Beretta 92fs, and Glock 17, the sales volume of these three pistols remained high. Glock was too ugly and passed the first pass. Among the remaining two, Russell chose Beretta.
There are three kinds of Beretta 92fs in the store, regular, stainless steel, and military m9. There is nothing to consider, of course it is the m9.
When checking out, the clerk inadvertently exposed the large revolver on his waist and put the m9, magazine, and bullets into the shopping bag. He didn't pull up his open shirt until Russell swiped his card and left.
"Let me think about it, where should we go next?"
Russell, who was wandering around, noticed a few small tails behind him. He sighed and turned into the alley next to him. He walked out three minutes later and continued to think about the right time to cut into the plot.
In the end, he came to the conclusion that as long as Neo dared to appear in front of him, he would break the plot to the point where even the main god would not be able to recognize it.
Passing by a bar ahead, a few staggering men helped each other out. The smell of alcohol could be smelled from a distance.
"How about it? How about the buddy I introduced to you last time?"
"It's a bit expensive, but it's worth every penny. The technology is really good. I'll come back to him next time."
"To be honest, that guy Anderson is really a genius. The documents he stole for me last time cost me a lot of money by killing that fat pig."
"Hahaha, me too. Sometimes I really want to open a company with him. He will be responsible for collecting information, and I will be responsible for collecting debts..."
"Sounds great, how about we try it another day."
"Guys, can you please introduce this Mr. Anderson to me?" The first two sentences made Russell subconsciously stay away from a few people, but the following words made him involuntarily move closer.
"You are..."
Facing the familiar Russell, several drunkards were about to go crazy on the spot. Shocked by Russell's domineering spirit, they immediately lined up in a row, stood on the spot, and gave Anderson's address and phone number without reservation.
Russell waved his hand and told the drunken men to get out, then turned and walked towards his destination two streets away.
Now Neo is not the savior. During the day, his name is Anderson, and he burns CDs in the company. At night, his name is Neo, and he is a hacker. He gets paid to burn CDs for customers.
As long as the price is right, he will not refuse any customer's request and will engrave any CD.
Not only has the Savior plug-in not been turned on, Neo has not yet come into contact with Zion's resistance or the Mother's anti-virus software.
"If I contact Neo now, it will spoil what will happen in the future and how the plot will change..." Russell raised his eyebrows, this matter is very interesting.
Also, given his luck, in a place as big as Chicago, he could come across Neo's information just by walking around the streets. Needless to say, this must be the guidance of fate, and Neo would have suffered such a disaster.
No, it's Neo's turn of events!
The distance between the two streets was quickly reached. Russell glanced at the old-fashioned apartment building, passed the sleepy security guard, and knocked on the door of Room 101.
"Who are you?"
Neo opened the door and saw Russell dressed in a suit, tie and sunglasses. He was slightly stunned and said, "If it's a newspaper promotion, I've already ordered it, thank you."
"Introduced by acquaintances, they said your skills are very good."
"Sorry, you found the wrong person."
Neo's face turned cold and he raised his hand to close the door.
Russell raised his hand to hold the door: "Mr. Anderson, have you ever felt like this? You don't know whether you are awake or in a dream."
Neo is currently in a period of confusion. Russell believes that after saying these words, the other party will definitely sit down and talk to him slowly.
Click!
The door was firmly shut, and there was a faint sound of the door bolt being bolted.
Russell: "..."
Sure enough, if you want strangers to talk to you well, eloquence and good looks are simply not enough. You must make the truth clear at the first opportunity.
So, two minutes later, Neo was tied to a chair with strips of cloth torn from sheets, and a black rag was stuffed into his mouth...