Xiang Shan lay under the mule's carriage, one hand clutching a handgun.
His prosthetic body was still too small. If he wanted to ensure that his limbs had enough strength to deploy, the spaces in these parts that could mount additional components were a bit too small to cram in a complete firearm.
Ah, small-caliber bullets weren't a problem. But that type of weapon had difficulty penetrating the Cybermen's external armor—it was something for assassinating Natural Persons.
Xiang Shan still couldn't do without firearms.
He secured himself under the mule's carriage. At the same time, he stuck a speaker on one side of the mule to play the sound of footsteps. He had recorded these footsteps in an emergency and played them after simple editing. Within a certain distance, it sounded like "a person walking one meter to the left of the mule."
Within this range, whether the opponent attacked with a firearm or approached stealthily as last time, they would expose their presence.
