Wang Ye felt himself collide with something above, then rebounded to the ground as a hot wave surged up his throat.
He couldn't help it and spat out a mouthful. Through the green tint of his night vision goggles, he couldn't tell if what he spat out was food or blood.
Then, he heard gunshots as everyone started to shout, "Contact!"
At that time, Price staggered over, grabbed the strap of Wang Ye's bulletproof vest, and dragged him behind a shipping container.
"Retreat!" he said as he pulled.
Wang Ye raised his gun, lying on his side, scanning everywhere. Finally, he saw a shadow not far away.
The man was probably one hundred ninety centimeters tall, wearing only a pair of underwear, with a well-built body like a professional bodybuilder. But the muscles on his body were abnormally hard. When his teammates' bullets hit him, they ping-ponged off as if striking the bulkhead of a ship.
