In the mud pit.
The iron lump suddenly convulsed as if it had been electrified.
Its hands propped on the ground, and before it could rise, a gun was already pressed against the back of its head.
"Don't move."
Xu Shun watched the figure intently, ready to fire at any moment.
"How do I get to 'North Suburb'?" A muffled voice drifted uninterruptedly from beneath the armor, making one wonder if that was the only sentence it knew.
"What exactly is this thing?" Staring at the person covered in steel plates, Yu Xiong furrowed his brow, "Is he human?"
"I don't know."
Xu Shun crouched down to inspect the person's armor and discovered that the helmet was actually welded to the breastplate.
Not only that, but the joints of the breastplate were riveted with a neat row of hexagonal rivets, making it impossible to find any mechanism to open it.
Then a question arose.
How would they handle defecation?
