Chapter 1217: The Matrix (20)

【AD.1999.5.21】
Matrix, Xavier College of Talented Youth.
"You came."
"I'm coming."
"You shouldn't have come."
"But I have come."
"..."
"..."
After the Prophet and Anderson had an unclear conversation, they fell silent at the same time. Little Girl Raven and some other children looked at the door and looked at this and that.
According to Morpheus's plan, he, Trinity, and "Savior" Anderson, who are more attractive to Matrix agents, will leave the matrix first, and then let the mouse return Raven to the Prophet.
However, when Anderson was about to jump out of the helicopter, he suddenly thought that his evaluation of the savior from the prophet was still "yes." If he allowed his companions to fall into danger and head to the safe zone first, would he be one step further from the qualifications of the savior?
With the idea of ​​trying it without spending money, Anderson asked the tank to "instill" him with knowledge of helicopter driving, and sent the mouse down at the next departure point. He stumbled and drove the helicopter with Raven. The Academy of the Prophet.
After that, just as Morpheus said, the three armed helicopters that were originally trailing after him entered the college airspace and turned around and left. This allowed Anderson, a beginner pilot, to safely park the plane on the college rooftop. On the tarmac.
"Bring Raven back here, you have worked hard." After a short silence, the Prophet first changed the subject.
"Ah, she was captured by the agents because she became Morpheus. We have a responsibility to do so." Anderson responded.
"You could have let the mouse bring her back, the agents have no interest in that young man." The prophet said again.
"In case they want to stop the loss, if they just grab a round up, I will be better than him." Anderson shook his head.
"So confident?"
"Just so confident."
Since the Prophet has been reluctant to speak well, Anderson had to cooperate with the attacker after she spoke.
For the Prophet himself, Anderson's true attitude is "to maintain vigilant trust."
And as he understands the "matrix" deeper, this vigilance becomes heavier.
Why can the prophet's "academy" block external communications like the "hive"?
Why can she find and gather a group of super-powered children who are seriously unstable to the matrix?
Why does she keep in close contact with people who have left the matrix without being targeted and attacked by the matrix?
The most important thing is that she is so capable, why is she not out of the control of the matrix?
There is only one truth: she herself is part of the matrix, a special "program".
If this guess is correct, then a new question has arisen: what is the purpose of the matrix setting up such an "NPC" that can "predict the future" and is not hostile to those who leave the matrix?
All the "prophecies" she said to everyone were fulfilled. What happened?
Finally, can she change her evaluation of her "Savior? Yes."
"Prophet, can I still'can be' the'savior'?" Anderson decided to hit a straight ball.
"No, boy," the Prophet looked at Anderson carefully: "You are now [hoped to be] the savior."
Look, she doesn't want to speak up at all. Does this sentence mean "I want to be the savior" or "Someone else wants to be the savior"?
The former is too arrogant, while the latter is too narcissistic.
"Thank you for your answer," Anderson was convinced that even if he asked, he would not get an answer, so he nodded and talked about the business: "Then, if the'mouse' is here, how do you plan to send him out of the matrix?"
"I can't do that. You have to work hard yourself." The prophet began to say something unclear.
Anderson decided to wait until she had sold out before talking.
"You seem to call those places'disengagement points'," the prophet made a call gesture: "If it's the'mouse' guy, the number of disengagement points is still too large, and I can send him anywhere. But it is you, Neo."
"...So?" Anderson felt a little bad, but still calm.
"Therefore, there is only the last escape point left, and your enemies will definitely be waiting for you there." The prophet stretched out his hands in helplessness.
"It's okay, please send me there." Anderson admitted that there should be no problem dealing with two or three agents.
"If you don't listen to the old man's words, you will suffer." The prophet wandered up and walked to the door, drove all the children out, and closed the door: "Good luck, you really need some good luck now."
Zi Zi Zi-
Before Anderson understood what this meant, the Prophet reopened the door. This time, outside the door was not the living room of the Youth Academy, but an old hotel lobby.
"The departure point is in Room 303," the Prophet sighed, "Go face your destiny, Neo."
"Thank you." Anderson adjusted his trench coat and stepped out of the kitchen door.
"[The agents are hunting everywhere, we can't—oh, Neo! I finally got in touch with you!]" The tank's voice came from the headset almost immediately: "[Damn, how come you are at that abandoned escape point? It’s stopped there because the agents found out—oh, Shet.]"
"What's the matter?" Anderson asked as he walked upstairs quickly.
"[All other escape points are disabled! For an instant!]" The tank's voice was incredible: "[And the one near you is unsafe, but it can still be used!]"
"It sounds like good news." Anderson continued to climb.
"[There is also bad news. The two helicopter gunships turned directly to find you, and the nearby special police and special agents are also rushing over, but fortunately there are no enemies inside the hotel, you have to leave quickly!]"
No enemies inside the hotel? Ah.
"Boom!" "Wow!" "[Damn! Where did they come from!]"
As soon as Anderson arrived on the third floor, Agent Gozl and Agent Zaid broke through the doors of 301 and 302, rushed out and punched them, and then was kicked back by Anderson who had been prepared.
"Buck!" Agent Markur rushed out of 304, raised his pistol and fired three shots at Anderson.
Sa! Sa! Sa! "Ah!"
Anderson performed a panning every time he fired, avoiding all the bullets and at the same time he reached the small agent, and when he tried to continue shooting, an upper whip kick kicked him out.
Jingle bells—the phone rang from room 303.
"[Very good! Then just pick up the telephone receiver in the house]"
Anderson opened the door and bumped into a grim face with sunglasses. The distance between the two was even less than one meter.
"Hello, Mr. Anderson, we are again--" "Boom!" "--Meet."
Smith hit the unstoppable Anderson in the chest with one inch of punches, knocked him directly out and knocked out a huge pit on the opposite wall.
"Ugh!" Anderson spat out a big mouthful of blood, his vision gradually darkened.
"[I] usually don't shoot because [Bajiquan] kills people too easily," Smith retracted his fist and said slowly: "Have a good dream, Mr. Anderson."