In the mud pit.
The iron pimple suddenly twitched like an electric shock.
His hands were on the ground. Before he could get up from the ground, a gun was against the back of his head.
"Don't move."
Xu Shun stared at the guy and was ready to fire at any time.
"How to go to... the northern suburbs." The dull voice floated out from under the armor intermittently, which made people wonder whether he could only say this sentence.
"What the hell is this guy?" Yu Xiong frowned at the strange man covered with steel plates. "Is he a man?"
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