Naturally, sitting in the car was Flossie Wright.
Having landed steadily, Flossie didn't turn her head back but instead raised her hand and flipped them off.
The people inside the car saw it all too clearly.
"Fuck!"
"Bitched the dog!"
"Why doesn't this woman just fly to heaven?!"
"Damn it, they're all in on it together, chase her down!"
...
As the car filled with cursing, the driver, surprised by the incident, didn't hit the brakes but froze instead. Before he could finish his sentence, he slammed hard into a BMW ahead.
Flossie's reckless driving had caused chaos among the traffic. After pausing briefly on the street, she saw the motorcycles approaching and floored the accelerator, darting into a narrow alley.
Before long, the motorcycles, along with a van, quickly caught up.
But, as soon as they rushed in, they were greeted by a motorcycle already lying in wait, sideways.
"Ah--"
"Motherfucker!"
"Oh my God--"
