At this moment, the silver Bugatti EB110, like a close-up in the movie, soared into the sky, parallel to the frightened white dove, and in the fierce gunfire, it was like a meteorite falling and rushed straight to the door of the church.

It's a shake again!

Huge impact.

A thin figure followed the church door and flew out in unison, slamming into the far corner, and there was no movement...

Affected by this.

The Bugatti EB110 under Jos's feet finally got stuck on the building bulge and stopped.

Ruoss looked at the quiet church with some dementia, and said stupidly: "Detective Dean, I seem to have hit someone..."

I saw the front door of the church, all around the car.

Several Southeast Asian men, who also had dull expressions and were armed with light submachine guns, also turned their heads stupidly, looking at the car that suddenly appeared in the middle of them, their fierce and dark faces were full of confusion.

Cars falling from the sky?

Without hesitation, Dean pulled out his pistol with one hand and threw it in Joss's face with the other, shouting, "Open the door!" ”

His uncle's.

This fool actually drove the car directly to the gunman's pile, and killed one.

As long as the other party reacts and gently presses the trigger, Dean and the two don't even need to prepare a coffin, and the Bugatti EB110 will directly turn into an iron coffin.

Affected by the sting, Joss caught a glimpse of several black muzzles pointed at this side, and finally reacted, scrambling to stop the engine and open the door.

The car is equipped with state-of-the-art electronic control systems.

When the engine doesn't stop, the doors won't open.

One-touch brake button down.

Dean pushed the cart door, but it didn't move.

Ruosi's face was desperate, and his voice became shrill: "I can't open it..."

The next moment.

Click~

Orange spear flames flickered.

At the last moment.

Dean jerked Joss off his seat belt and curled up in the tight space under the driver and co-pilot.

The space for this broken car is so large, and there is still a barrier between the driver's seat and the co-pilot.

Otherwise, Dean wouldn't bother to save Joss's idiot at all, but would use him as a meat shield.

Pity him for being 1.88 meters, tall and big, in order to reduce the possibility of being hit by the vital point, he can only put his big PP in danger.

All he wants now is the windows to shatter sooner.

This way, he will be able to fight back without worrying about being hit by a ricochet.

Surprisingly.

The imaginary sound of glass shattering did not come, but the car shook slightly, and the glass also made a muffled sound, as if someone was tapping a stone lightly outside.

Dean was shocked when he heard the voice.

No way.

Could it be that the car has been specially modified and uses bulletproof glass?

He quickly looked up and down.

I saw dense white dots on the bright front windshield and the windows on both sides.

This car has really been modified!

"Get up!" Dean lifted the curled up Joss and raised his middle finger at the man outside.

Joss was caught up in horror, and almost closed his eyes in fright, but found that nothing had happened, and then he opened his eyes in disbelief.

I saw that one after another bullets came from the front and back, but they were all bounced off by glass and alloy, leaving only white spots on them.

Ruosi couldn't help but show the joy of the rest of his life.

With mist in his eyes, he said excitedly: "FK, I remember, my father specially asked people to modify this car, unless the other party has armor-piercing bullets, otherwise it will not be able to threaten us in a short time!" ”

Dean glanced at Jos's crotch, turned his head disdainfully, and took out his phone in front of those ugly-looking Southeast Asian gunslingers, ready to call people.

This is the area of the wealthy suburbs.

Once call for support.

In a few minutes at most, a large number of police cars will be surrounded.

See Dean's phone in his hand.

A grim-faced, dark-skinned man finally raised his hand, waved at his companion, and rushed into the church together.

This stunned Dean.

Depend on!

This group of people knew that they would be arrested if they didn't run, but they still thought about killing the people inside, it wouldn't be a group of specially cultivated dead soldiers!

Come to think of it.

Dean made up his mind to let Joss resist in front of him, and he would just be an invisible man this time.

When the call is called.

Inside the church, several rapid gunshots and screams were heard.

The next moment.

A message crossed Dean's mind: [Participate in the killing of all gunmen, church shooting detection, experience +200]

“...”

Those gunmen, less than five seconds into it, all hung up?

I also prostituted a wave of experience points for nothing.

"Hey, Dean, what's the matter?" On the other end of the phone, Lawrence's lazy voice was heard.

Dean looked at the church that had completely quieted, his lips squirmed twice, and after a few seconds of silence, he hesitated a little, "Lawrence, help me call a corpse truck..."

...

Lawrence is brilliant.

Hear Dean has been shot.

Within a dozen minutes, seven or eight police cars, an ambulance, and a body transport vehicle from the Forensic Bureau arrived at the scene.

With their help.

Dean and Joss finally got out of the Bugatti EB110 that hit the streets.

It seems to be the effect of the sound of sirens.

The inner door of the church, which had not moved, also quietly opened, and a somewhat deformed shout was heard: "Hey, is it the police outside?" ”

Dean frowned slightly.

This sound sounds familiar.

He pushed away the patrolman who was blocking the front and shouted inside: "This place is already surrounded, I will give you three seconds to come out with your hands raised!" ”

The voice fell.

A familiar head poked out of it.

"Dean!"

"Karp?!"

"FK, Dean, it's you, call the paramedics, someone is injured here!" , Karp breathed a sigh of relief.

"My own people, the doctor will come with me!" , Dean hurriedly stopped the patrolmen with guns around him and walked over first.

The hut where Joss was located, which was supposed to be a temporary resting compartment for the church here, was not large, but there were several corpses lying on the horizon that looked like they had been destroyed into broken dolls, and they were the Southeast Asian gunmen who had rushed into this place before.

Dean gasped as he looked at the corpses.

This group of people, either their necks were greatly twisted, their cervical vertebrae were broken, or their limbs were twisted and their chests were sunken, as if they had been slashed by a big axe and hit hard by a sledgehammer.

It's a very uneasy death!

Around the corpse, there were also some bullet casings and a few submachine guns with a slight twist in the barrel.

Look ahead.

Dean then noticed that behind Joss, there was a bald old man.

The old man is also from Southeast Asia, looking more than sixty years old, with a thin figure, dressed as a priest, covering his thigh wound, closing his eyes and saying nothing, extremely calm.

Ruos ignored Dean, and when he saw two male nurses arriving with stretchers, he hurriedly helped carry the old man onto the stretcher and then to the ambulance.

Patrolmen have set up a cordon around the perimeter.

After confirming that there was no danger, the people in the forensic department also got busy.

See the ambulance leave.

Karp walked up to Dean with peace of mind and said, "Dean, give me a cigarette, FK, I almost died here today." ”

As he spoke, he glared at Dean, "It's all because of you!" ”

Dean took the cigarette he smoked and stood on the spot, black man with a question mark face.

What's the matter with me?