I grabbed the dead diver's body with one hand and used it as a makeshift shield, holding it in front of me.
The enemy's bullets slammed into the diver's corpse, and I could feel the intense vibrations through my hands.
The suppressed gunfire sounded muffled and muted. If it weren't for the bulletproof vest on the diver, his body would have been completely shredded.
I snatched the gun from the corpse's hand and fired back at the enemies.
In the chaos, I managed to hit two of them—one in the head, the other in the thigh —sending them both sprawling onto the beach.
I felt a warm sensation near my calf. It was probably a graze from a bullet.
In the middle of this intense firefight, I didn't have time to check my injuries, let alone reload.
I chucked the empty gun at the enemies, then ra
