At this moment, the silver Bugatti EB110 soared into the air, like a close-up shot in a movie. It flew parallel to the startled doves amidst intense gunfire, then, like a meteor, crashed straight toward the church doors.
Another shuddering impact!
The impact was immense. A slender figure, sent flying along with the church doors, crashed heavily into a distant corner and lay motionless.
As a result, the out-of-control Bugatti EB110 finally snagged on a protrusion of the building and shuddered to a halt.
Ross stared at the now-silent church, stupefied. "Detective Dean," he said dully, "I think I ran someone over..."
In front of the church doors, surrounding the car, stood several Southeast Asian men. They held submachine guns, their expressions just as dazed. They dumbly turned their heads to look at the car that had suddenly appeared in their midst, their fierce, dark faces filled with utter confusion.
A car falling from the sky?
