After offing Agent Smith, the Queen's offensive weakened significantly. There were no more machines or police dispatched to chase them, yet their faces remained solemn and cheerless. They understood that the Queen was preparing her soldiers - the next round of pursuers would be even stronger than the Black Night Agent.
As the sun rose, they sat in the stolen floating bus, their gazes fixed on the reddening horizon. They basked in the warmth of the rising sun, and Tang Zheng sighed heavily, resting against the chair. After fighting fiercely for most of the night and fleeing all the way here, the Conquerors were exhausted enough.
"Uncle, we need to rest and keep ourselves in the best condition. Otherwise, if we encounter the enemy, it will be disadvantageous," Lu Fan noted the increased traffic and pedestrians in the Future City, suggesting worriedly, "There are too many natives. We must disguise ourselves. I assume our wanted posters are spread all over the city by now."
