Chapter 710: The Last Madness of Duhovic
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Michael sweated: "I'm sorry. Bookmark this site┏Ⅹ④③⑨⑨┛ Wait, I didn't catch you! Why should I apologize? Besides, you ruined my life..."
Kincaid: "Bala, bala, you're complaining like a grumpy woman again. Are you sure you want to face your "ex" girlfriend like this?"
Michael: "...what advice do you have?"
Kincaid: "I think you'd better do this, do this, do this again..."
Listening to the rhetoric of the two people in front, Luke escorted them by the way.
After he knocked over four or five mercenaries, the two of them finally entered the building of the International Criminal Court in The Hague.
The trial officially begins.
Luke found an empty house with no one, put away the fat Harley, and changed his face and clothes again.
With a tall body, tough facial features, a white shirt, trousers and leather shoes, and a large backpack behind him, he successfully transformed into a handsome... African chief.
Walking out of the room, he stuffed a lollipop into his mouth and walked leisurely to the courthouse a few hundred meters away.
Kincaid and the others went in, but that didn't mean it was over.
As long as the powerful tycoon Duhovic is convicted of his crimes, he will at least be imprisoned for life without parole, or he will be sentenced to death for crimes against humanity.
How many people he has killed, and how many people's relatives and family members want to seek revenge from him, the number starts from at least 1,000.
If he does not take advantage of this last chance, his death is almost certain once he is imprisoned.
And Duhovic sent nearly two hundred mercenaries back and forth to give Luke points. This kind of generosity and madness will definitely leave him a last resort.
Outside the courtroom, hundreds of people with various placards stood outside the cordon.
Most of them were enemies of Duhovic, whose family and friends died at the hands of Duhovic.
A small number of enthusiastic people and a number of reporters came to watch Duhovic, the butcher, be sentenced.
Luke maintained a calm expression and walked around the crowd.
There is no need to smile. People here are not in the mood to smile. Most people have anxiety, hatred, anger, and expectation that all kinds of emotions are intertwined, but they are not happy.
After walking around outside the crowd, he found nothing.
No explosives, no firearms, no certain dangerous chemicals.
Without these things, Duhovic would not have thought of creating chaos from the outside.
There are more than 50 bailiffs in the criminal court, and there are interpol and special police patrolling outside. It is not easy to escape.
Thinking so, he walked under a big tree not far from the crowd and checked the picture from the drone.
Inside the courtroom, Kincaid produced deadly evidence—photos and videos, and photos and videos of Duhovic at the scene of the massacre.
The crowd was in an uproar.
This is hard evidence.
In the courtroom, Duhovic looked at the evidence and suddenly laughed: "Judges, in order to save everyone's time, let me say a few words..."
Luke narrowed his eyes and had a hunch in his heart.
He's had a lot of dealings with crazy bigwigs, especially when they're in a desperate situation.
It is the nature of many bosses to struggle to the death.
Without this instinct, it would be difficult for them to climb to the top in the social jungle of the jungle.
There was already a hint of madness in Duhovic's tone.
Luke's eyes swept across the surveillance screen, and suddenly noticed a large box truck that was speeding up on a street.
He thought about it, stood behind the big tree, avoided the sight of most people, picked up the white wolf armor in the folded form beside his feet and put it on his back: "The white wolf armor is activated!"
With a click, the white armor stretched out from behind, covering his entire body within ten seconds.
Luke exerted strength under his feet, his body turned into a white shadow, and rushed out.
The big box truck was getting faster and faster, heading straight for the court building.
Luke's figure also appeared not far from it.
Looking at the empty driver's seat in the car, he frowned and pulled out the pistol on the side of his leg.
Clap clap clap!
The two front wheels did not burst, they were run-flat tires.
Luke's heart skipped a beat, and his body ran with the big truck.
His keen sense of smell has already caught the smell of the huge amount of explosives in the trunk.
He looked around quickly and found that the current situation was a little troublesome.
The big truck is now on a street, and the buildings on both sides are connected together, all of which are places where a considerable number of people are active.
He can't let the big truck stop here, otherwise the explosion will bring a lot of casualties.
But he couldn't let the truck rush directly into the courtroom, where hundreds of people also gathered.
When his mind moved, he took out something, simply typed a line of words, and threw it into the courtroom.
The object like a frisbee began to emit a huge volume in mid-air: "Warning, there are x-bombs in the coming big truck, everyone leave quickly."
The crowd at the entrance of the courtroom raised their hands in amazement, only to see a black disc flying over and smashing on the grass not far away, but the words that were played kept repeating.
Everyone's eyes unconsciously looked not far away, and the big truck, which was getting faster and faster, noticed something was wrong.
The court here is not a major traffic road, and such large trucks will not pass by at all.
In a quiet moment, the police who maintained the order were the first to react, desperately gesturing to indicate the direction, and roaring: "Run, run over there."
They were all signaling the crowd to run away from the big truck and on the other side of the court building.
Although this is also very dangerous, it is better than directly enduring the explosion.
At this moment, a white figure sprang out from the right side of the truck, and a pitch-black long knife swung violently in his hand.
clang!
A harsh metal crash sounded, and the right front wheel of the big truck jolted up.
Then, the clanging sound continued, Luke burst out with all his strength, the right front wheel of the truck finally couldn't bear the huge force, deformed and fell off, and rolled out.
As the right front wheel fell off, the big truck naturally drew an arc and hit the square on the right.
With a bang, the right front wheel hit a stone step and the front of the car broke off.
The carriage at the back also slammed into the air and smashed into the sunken square.
boom!
There was a loud bang, a huge fire burst, and a violent shock wave spread out, and the people running around rushed to the ground almost at the same time.
Luke hid in a building as early as the big truck turned, looking at the glass doors and windows and the smoke flying out of the side by the shock wave, and scolded Duhovic in his heart for being crazy.
This power is probably equivalent to hundreds of kilograms.
Luke doubted that if Duhovic hadn't been in court himself, there would have been more explosives in the car.
As soon as the air wave passed, he stuck his head out and scanned the court building in the distance.
Despite his warning, people have more than ten seconds to escape.
His efforts also prevented the big truck from rushing directly into the crowd to explode, but many people were still injured.
Many people were sitting or lying on the ground, their faces confused, and they were already shocked by the loud noise and shock wave of the explosion just now.
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