At this moment, those "hangers" who "affect the balance of the game" as Fang Zheng mentioned were hurriedly following the crowd towards Fifth Avenue. They were like rats in the sewer, afraid of attracting other people's attention. After all, they entered the Matrix through "illegal" means. Once they were caught by the patrolling GM, then... permanent ban would be their only fate.

As you can imagine, this is obviously not a friendly design for Earth OL players.

But cheating will be punished.

"What a bunch of stupid people..."

Walking on the busy street, looking at the crowd in front of him, the man in black sighed. These people don't know that they are just a carrier of their consciousness signals in the virtual world. And their real bodies are now being used as biological batteries by those terrible machine monsters in the real world...

But they knew nothing about it.

Thinking of this, the man in black withdrew his gaze, nodded to his companion, and continued to move forward.

"Ding-ling-ling..."

Just as the three of them were approaching Fifth Avenue, suddenly, a public telephone booth rang urgently. Upon hearing the ring, the men were stunned, and then the leading man was horrified.

"Oh no, we've been discovered! Quick, get out of here!"

According to the rules of these hackers, if nothing unexpected happens, they will rush to the public telephone booth and then leave this world by picking up the phone. However, if the companions responsible for monitoring in the "real world" find abnormal activities of "agents" in the data, they will immediately activate the emergency processing mechanism and take the initiative to open the port to let their companions leave.

And now, the sudden ringing of the phone means that there are agents nearby!

In other words...GM is here to catch the wall-hangers!

“Hurry, hurry up!!”

At this moment, everyone no longer cared about the speeding vehicles and crowded crowds around them. They pushed away the people next to them, then rushed across the street and ran towards the telephone booth.

"Hey! You damn bastards!"

"Don't you have eyes?"

Behind them, the people who were pushed away by them complained angrily, but these people were unmoved. They just rushed to the phone booth desperately. Then the man in black rushed into the phone booth and picked up the microphone and put it to his ear. Logically, he would wake up in the real world in the next moment and escape from this terrible virtual city, but...

"Hello, we are the post office. One of your packages has been seized by the police for suspected contraband..."

“……???”

What is this?

The man in black was completely dumbfounded when he heard the authentic northeastern accent of London English on the phone. He hung up the phone in a hurry, 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, brother, I am your son's friend. Your son has been in a car accident and is in the hospital. He needs some money..."

“…What the hell is this!”

The man couldn't wait to hang up the phone again, and soon the phone rang again.

"Hey, don't you recognize me? I'm your old boss. The money from last time..."

“Click!”

"Your credit card has been disabled, please contact customer service..."

“Crack!!”

"We are a credit service center. We currently have shops for rent. Are you interested?"

"What the hell are these things!!"

This time, the man could no longer bear it, roared and punched through the phone booth. Then he took out his cell phone from his pocket, opened the cover and put it to his ear.

"What's going on?"

"I, I don't know either!"

On the other side of the phone, they could also hear the panicked voices of their companions.

"Someone has hijacked the exit... No, it seems the exit is completely blocked! You can't use it to leave, you must find another exit!"

"Was it those damn bastards?"

"No, I'm not sure. This is a very special method. I'm looking for another exit... I found it! In the third telephone booth at Brooklyn Station!"

"Let's go!"

Hearing this, the man in black turned around and ran to the other side with his companions without hesitation. They had seen the fully armed police rushing towards this side. If they did not leave here as soon as possible, they might be shot directly. Although they were in the womb and did not really have flesh and blood, their brain signals made them think they were "real".

This means that if they die in the virtual world, their brains will cause them to die in the real world as well.

At least that's what they think.

Passing Fifth Avenue, they soon arrived at the Brooklyn subway station. There were not many people in the subway station at the moment. Apart from the security guards on duty, there were only a few drunks and homeless people curled up in the corner and took a nap. On the platform, there were twos and threes of passengers standing there waiting for the next train.

"Be careful around you."

After whispering to his companion, the man in black reached out and gripped the pistol at his waist. Those "agents" were everywhere. As long as there were people nearby, they could "appear" through the bodies of these people. This also meant that they could not kill those "agents" at all. They could only defeat the bodies they possessed and buy some time to escape when these "agents" resurrected.

After all, no matter how powerful you are, you still have to be timid when facing the GM.

"Ding-ling-ling..."

At this time, the phone rang again. Hearing the ring, the man took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, then walked to the public phone by the wall and picked up the receiver.

I hope it won’t be any mess this time!

While praying silently, the man picked up the microphone.

But just as the man was about to put the microphone to his ear, suddenly, a hand stretched out from his side and pressed his head against the wall next to him. The fragile microphone broke under the strong pressure, and pieces of it pierced into the man's head. The man in black opened his eyes wide and opened his mouth to say something. But the next moment, his head was squeezed and deformed like a watermelon, and then smashed directly into the wall next to him.

All this happened in a flash. When the others reacted, the black-clothed man's head had been stuffed into the wall, leaving only his body twitching like a duck that had been electrocuted.

Next to him stood a man wearing a black suit, sunglasses, and combed back hair. He looked like one of those FBI secret agents in the movies.

"Damn it, they're coming!!"

Seeing the agent in front of them, the others were horrified as if they had seen a ferocious beast. They raised their pistols without hesitation and pulled the trigger. They began to shoot at the target frantically. Generally speaking, under such a close-range attack, facing the shooting of several pistols, ordinary people have no other choice but to dodge. But the agent in front of them was obviously not an ordinary person. He almost flashed and rushed to the other man who shot at him at a speed several times faster than ordinary people. Then he punched him hard in the chest. With this blow, the man flew into the air like a kite, and rolled five or six times in the air before hitting the wall on the other side, and then fell down wailing.

After the agent knocked the man away with a punch, he immediately turned around and grabbed the gun in the other man's hand... Then, he actually crushed the gun and the man's palm together! !

“Ahhhh!!”

The intense pain made the man scream, but soon, the agent punched him hard on the head again, knocking him to the ground.

In just a few moments, the three "illegal intruders" were completely defeated. The agent stood quietly, looking at the unconscious "intruders", as if thinking about something, and then he reached out his hand...

“Pah…Pah…Pah…”

But at this moment, a round of applause broke out. The agent raised his head and looked towards the place where the sound came from. At the entrance of the subway station, Fang Zheng was walking down the stairs, clapping his hands and smiling.

"What a great performance. Hmm... I admit that the movie looks great on the big screen, but it's still more exciting to be there in person."

"Who are you?"

The agent stood up, looked at Fang Zheng warily, and then asked in a deep voice. Hearing his question, Fang Zheng smiled slightly.

"I'm the one who came to kill you...Mr. Smith."