At this moment, the hackers that Fangzheng mentioned as "affecting the game balance" were hurriedly following the crowd towards Fifth Avenue. They were like rats in the sewer, afraid of attracting attention. After all, they had entered the Matrix through "illegal" means. Once they were caught by the patrolling GM … .their only fate was to be permanently banned.
One could imagine that this was obviously not a friendly design for Earth's online players.
But cheating had to be punished.
"What a bunch of stupid people …."
Walking on the crowded street, the man in black sighed as he observed the crowd in front of him. These people had no idea that they were just carriers of their consciousness signals in the virtual world. Their real bodies were in the real world, being used as biological batteries by those terrible robot monsters ….
But they knew nothing about it.
Thinking of this, the man in black withdrew his gaze, nodded to his companions, and continued to walk forward.
* Ring ring ring …. *
Just as the three of them approached Fifth Avenue, the ringing of a public phone booth suddenly rang. When they heard the ringing, the few people were taken aback. The man in the lead turned pale with fright.
"Not good, we've been discovered! Quick, get out of here! "
According to the rules of these hackers, if there were no accidents, they would rush to the public phone booth and pick up the phone to leave the world. But if their companions in the "real world" found abnormal activity of an "agent" in the data, they would immediately activate the emergency handling mechanism and take the initiative to open the port to let their companions leave.
But now, the sudden ringing of the phone meant that there was an agent nearby!
In other words … .the GM was here to catch the hackers!
"Quick, let's go!"
The group no longer cared about the speeding cars and the crowded crowd around them. They pushed the people next to them away, then rushed across the street and ran towards the phone booth.
"Hey! You f * cking bastards! "
"Don't you have eyes?"
Behind them, the people who were pushed away let out angry complaints. However, these people were unmoved. They just desperately rushed to the phone booth. Then, the man in black rushed into the phone booth, picked up the microphone and put it to his ear. Logically speaking, he should wake up in the real world the next moment and escape from this terrifying virtual city, but …
"Hello, this is the post office. One of your parcels has been seized by the police for allegedly transporting prohibited goods...."
"…???"
What is this?
The black-shirted man was completely dumbfounded as he listened to the authentic London village accent coming from the microphone. He hurriedly hung up the phone, and soon, the phone rang again.
Ding Ling Ling Ling …
I can finally go back this time!
Thinking of this, the man picked up the microphone again.
"Hello, big brother, I'm a friend of your son. Your son is currently in a car accident and needs some money...."
"… What the hell is this!"
The man couldn't wait to hang up again. Soon, the phone rang again.
"Hey, don't you recognize me? I'm your old boss. The money from last time … "
"Ka da!"
"Your credit card has been disabled, please contact customer service...."
"Clack!!"
"This is the credit service center. We currently have shops for rent. Are you interested …?"
"What the hell is this!!"
This time, the man finally couldn't hold it in anymore. With a roar, he smashed the phone booth with his fist. Then, he took out his mobile phone from his pocket, opened the cover, and put it to his ear.
"What the hell is going on?"
"I, I don't know either!"
On the other side of the phone came the panicked voice of their companion.
"Someone hijacked the exit … No, the exit seems to be completely blocked! You can't use it to leave. You have to find another exit! "
"Is it those damn bastards?"
"No, I'm not sure. This is a very special method. I'm looking for another exit … Found it! It's in the third phone booth in Brooklyn Station! "
"Let's go!"
Hearing this, the black-shirted man turned around and ran to the other side with his companion without hesitation. They had already seen heavily armed police coming this way. If they didn't leave as soon as possible, they might be shot to death. Although they didn't really have flesh and blood in their mother's body, their brain signals made them think that they were "real".
This meant that once they died in the virtual world, their brain would also let them die in the real world.
At least, that was what they thought.
After passing through Fifth Street, they soon arrived at the Brooklyn subway station. At this moment, there were not many people in the subway station. Apart from the security guards on duty, there were only a few drunkards and tramps who were curled up and napping in the corner. On the platform, passengers were standing in twos and threes, waiting for the next train.
"Be careful around."
After whispering to his companion, the black-shirted man stretched out his hand and gripped the pistol at his waist tightly. Those "agents" were everywhere. As long as there were people nearby, they could "appear" with the help of these people's bodies. This also made it impossible for them to kill those "agents". They could only take advantage of the resurrection of these "agents" to buy some time to escape by defeating the bodies they possessed.
After all, no matter how powerful a cheat was, it would still be cowardly in front of a GM.
"Ring ring ring …."
At this time, the phone rang again. When he heard the ringtone, the man took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. He then walked to the public phone by the wall and picked up the microphone.
I hope it won't be anything messy this time!
While praying secretly, the man picked up the microphone.
But just as the man was about to put the microphone to his ear, a hand suddenly stretched out from the side of him. The man's head was pressed against the wall next to him. The fragile microphone broke under the strong pressure, turning into pieces that pierced into the man's head. The man in black widened his eyes and opened his mouth, wanting to say something. But the next moment, his head was squeezed and deformed like a watermelon, and he was directly smashed into the wall next to him.
All of this happened in the blink of an eye. By the time the others reacted, the black-clothed man's head had already been stuffed into the wall, leaving only his body twitching like an electrocuted duck.
Beside him stood a man in a black suit, sunglasses, and combed his hair back. He looked like a secret agent of the FBI in the movies.
"Damn it, they're here!!"
Seeing the agent in front of them, the others were shocked as if they had seen some kind of beast. They raised their pistols and pulled the trigger without hesitation. They fired wildly at the target. Generally speaking, in such a close range, facing several pistols, most people would have no choice but to dodge. However, the agent in front of him wasn't an ordinary person. In a flash, he appeared in front of another man who fired at him at a speed several times faster than an ordinary person. Then, he punched the man's chest heavily. Along with this blow, the man flew into the air like a kite. He rolled five to six times in the air before crashing into the wall on the other side. Then, he wailed in pain and fell to the ground.
After the agent sent the man flying with a punch, he immediately turned around again and grabbed the gun in another man's hand …. Then, he crushed the gun together with the man's hand!!
"Ahhh!!"
The man screamed from the intense pain, but soon, the agent punched him hard on the head again, smashing him to the ground.
In just a few moments, the three "trespassers" were completely defeated. The agent stood quietly in place, looking at the unconscious "trespassers". He seemed to be thinking about something. Then, he stretched out his hand ….
"Clap … Clap … Clap …"
But at that moment, a burst of applause rang out. The agent raised his head and looked at the place where the sound came from. At the entrance of the subway station, Fangzheng was clapping his hands and walking down the stairs with a smile on his face.
"What a good performance. Hmm … I admit that movies on the big screen look wonderful, but it's still better to be there."
"Who are you?"
The agent stood up and looked at Fangzheng with vigilance before asking in a deep voice. Fangzheng smiled when he heard his question.
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