In the mud pit.
The inert hunk of iron suddenly twitched as if shocked.
It braced its hands against the ground, but before it could get up, a gun was already pressed against the back of its head.
"Don't move."
Xu Shun stared at the thing without blinking, ready to fire at any moment.
"How do I get to... the northern suburbs?" A muffled voice drifted intermittently from beneath the armor, making people wonder whether he could say anything else.
"What exactly is this thing?" Yu Xiong frowned as he stared at the strange man covered head to toe in steel plates. "Is he even human?"
"No idea."
Xu Shun crouched down to inspect the man's armor and discovered that the helmet had actually been welded to the breastplate.
Not only that, the connecting sections of the breastplate had all been riveted together, lined with neat rows of hexagonal rivets. There was no mechanism to open it anywhere.
Which raised a question.
How did he take a dump?
"It can't be removed." Xu Shun shook his head, stood up, and glanced at the VM. "We should leave it to the Administrator to decide."
The Administrator would surely have a solution.
Yu Xiong nodded, called over two guards to watch the guy, then headed toward the prisoners.
There were four prisoners in total.
Aside from the six who had escaped, fifteen had been killed in the melee.
Including their leader—the man called Wu Chou.
Interrogation revealed that these people were mercenaries from Boulder City. However, they did not belong to any mercenary company. They were all freelancers who usually could not get any proper jobs.
As for why they could not get work, everyone had their own reasons.
Yu Xiong did not care about that. He simply ordered someone to bind