Predator If It Bleeds 60

I squeeze off a few rounds at men trying to shoot at Ping from a shielded position-hesitating only slightly at the thought that I'm firing on my own race. Yeah, well, they never should have asked Vostov to beat me to death. Ping grabs a man and flings him across the room, his neck snapping as he slams into a concrete wall.-pg.324 chpt.12