Super Detective in the Fictional World - Chapter 693
Chapter 693: Dukhovich’s Final Madness
Michael sweated. “Sorry. Wait, I wasn’t the one who caught you! Why should I apologize? Also, you ruined my life…”
Kincaid said, “You’re complaining like a resentful wife again. Are you sure you want to face your ex-girlfriend like this?”
Michael: “…What do you suggest?”
Kincaid said, “I think you should do this, and this, and this…”
Luke casually helped them out as he listened to the dirty talk.
After Luke flipped over four to five cars of mercenaries, Kincaid and Michael finally entered the International Criminal Court at The Hague.
The trial officially began.
Luke found an empty room, put away the Harley Fat Boy, and switched his face and clothes again.
He had a tall body and strong features, and was wearing a white shirt, trousers, and leather shoes. He also had a big backpack. He had successfully transformed into a handsome black man.
Walking out of the room, he stuck a lollipop in his mouth and walked leisurely to the courtroom that was several hundred meters away.
Kincaid and the others had gone in, but that didn’t mean it was over.
If Dukhovich was convicted, he would be sentenced to life imprisonment without parole, and might even be sentenced to death for crimes against humanity.
How many people had he killed and how many family members wanted to take revenge on him? It wouldn’t be less than a thousand people.
If he didn’t seize this last chance to retaliate, he would definitely die if he went to prison.
Also, Dukhovich had given Luke almost two hundred mercenaries’ worth of points. Given this heavy-handed and crazed style, he would definitely have a final trick up his sleeve.
Outside the court, hundreds of people with signs were standing outside the blockade.
Most of them had a grudge against Dukhovich, who had killed their family and friends.
A minority were the enthusiastic masses and reporters who had come specifically to see this butcher be sentenced.
Luke had a calm expression on his face as he moved around the crowd.
There was no need to smile. The people here weren’t in the mood to smile. Most of them were worried, hostile, furious or expectant, but no one was happy.
He circled the crowd, but didn’t find anything.
There were no explosives, firearms, or dangerous chemicals.
Without these things, Dukhovich couldn’t create chaos from the outside.
There were more than fifty officers in the criminal court, as well as patrolling Interpol and SWAT officers. It wouldn’t be easy to escape.
Thinking that, he walked to a tree not far away from the crowd and checked the image transmitted by the drone.
In the courtroom, Kincaid presented lethal evidence — photos and videos of Dukhovich at the scenes of slaughter.
There was an uproar.
This was solid evidence.
In the courtroom, Dukhovich looked at the evidence and suddenly smiled. “Judges, to save time, let me say something…”
Luke narrowed his eyes and had a bad feeling.
He had dealt with many crazy bigshots, especially when they were in desperate straits.
It was the nature of many bigshots to put up one last struggle.
Without this sort of temperament, they wouldn’t have been able to climb to the top in a society where the strong preyed on the weak.
There was madness in Dukhovich’s tone.
Luke glanced at the surveillance footage and suddenly noticed a large freight truck speeding down the street.
Thinking quickly, he stood behind the tree and out of the line of sight. He picked up the folded White Wolf Armor and said, “White Wolf Armor, activate!”
With a crack, the white armor extended over his back to cover his entire body in ten seconds.
Luke turned into a white shadow and charged forward.
The freight truck sped up and headed straight for the court building.
Luke appeared not far away.
Looking at the empty driver’s seat, Luke frowned and drew his pistol.
Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa!
The two front wheels didn’t explode; they were explosion-proof tires.
Thinking quickly, Luke followed the truck.
His Sharp Nose had already picked up the scent of explosives in the trunk.
He looked around and found that the situation was a little tricky.
The freight truck was currently on the street, and there were buildings on both sides of the road.
He couldn’t let the truck stop here, or the explosion would kill a lot of people.
But he couldn’t let the truck charge directly for the court, where hundreds of people were also gathered.
Thoughts whirling, he took out something and typed a line of words before he suddenly threw it in the direction of the court.
The object that looked like a frisbee started to make a loud noise in the air. “Warning, there is a bomb on the truck. Evacuate at once.”
The crowd at the court gates raised their heads in surprise, only to see a black disc fly over and land hard in the grass not far away, but the words that it was broadcasting didn’t stop.
Everybody subconsciously looked at the truck that was speeding up and sensed that something was wrong.
This wasn’t a main thoroughfare, and a freight truck like this wouldn’t pass through here.
In that moment of silence, the police officers who were maintaining order were the first to react. They gestured frantically and shouted, “Run! Run over there!”
They were telling the crowd to run away from the truck and to the other side of the building.
It was dangerous, but it was better than being directly exposed to the explosion.
Right at that moment, a white figure dashed out from the right and swung a black longsword.
Clang!
An ear-piercing metallic sound rang out as the truck’s right front wheel jerked.
Clang! Clang! Clang! Luke unleashed his full strength, and the truck’s right front wheel finally couldn’t withstand the force and fell out.
As the front right wheel fell off, the truck naturally swung around and crashed in the square on the right.
The wheel hit a stone step, and the front of the car was smashed.
The freight truck’s carriage also stopped abruptly before it was lifted into the air and then crashed in the square.
Boom!
A huge fireball exploded with a loud bang and sent out a violent shock wave. The people who were running in all directions fell to the ground at practically the same time.
Luke had already ducked behind a building when the truck turned around. Looking at the glass doors and windows that were blown out by the shock wave, he cursed Dukhovich for being a lunatic.
That had to be over a hundred kilograms of explosives.
Luke suspected there would’ve been even more if Dukhovich hadn’t been in the courtroom.
After the blast, Luke stuck his head out and surveyed the court building in the distance.
His warning gave everyone more than ten seconds to escape.
His efforts prevented the truck from exploding in the crowd, but many people were still injured.
They were either sitting or lying on the ground, confused by the explosion and the shock wave.
