"Audience friends, now I am outside the gate of the Hague International Tribunal, you can see that behind me there are hundreds of protesters, they are all survivors of the terrorist attack in Zakayev............ "The Hague Tribunal is crowded with people, the sound is shocking, more than 100 media guns and short cannons are erected outside the gate of the court, and the charming hostess is a skirt and a small suit even in the cold winter, and she has to show a deep career line, although the temperature in the Netherlands in January is not too cold, Keep it at about three degrees, but after all, it is a country close to the ocean, the sea breeze blows vigorously, the air is still very humid, these hostesses are cold and shivering before the camera is opened, once they enter the camera, it is preoccupied, no matter how strong the wind can blow my hair, but it can't blow away my gaze at the camera!

In addition to these media personnel, a long blockade has been formed on the four-lane road outside the courtroom, and it is full of Dutch SWAT and Dutch soldiers, who are standing on both sides of the road, lined up in a dense wall of people, and their task is very heavy, in addition to preventing possible attacks, they also have to desperately prevent those angry civilians from rushing in and tearing Zakaev to pieces.

Imran Zakhaev has created too many incidents over the years, no matter what the reason or interest, he sent personnel to snatch the relief food sent by the Russian government, plunged hundreds of thousands of people into famine, and a large number of poultry and livestock died because of lack of feed, and at the same time he also went around buying and selling arms, buying, assassinating, bribing, and even deliberately provoking tribal conflicts in order to sell arms. The thick stack of documents was mixed with the blood, tears and bones of countless people. Now some of them are here to witness the butcher's end.

Suddenly, the crowd suddenly fell silent, and the reporters were stunned for a moment, and then their emotions immediately rose.

"The convoy, the convoy of armed forces escorting Imran Zakhaev and his son Viktor Zakhaev is approaching here!" A young lady who was a calm reporter shouted excitedly, and then she realized that she was on the wrong camera, which was from another media outlet.

"I'm sorry!" The reporter's face flushed, but neither the studio nor the cameraman cared about this, because the commotion in the distance was too exaggerated.

"Butchers, executioners, man-eating monsters!" Countless civilians pushed away the SWAT officers who were blocking the road, rushed onto the road, and surrounded the prisoner carts transporting the criminals.

"Damn, quick, follow me!" At the critical moment, the Dutch police brought in their foreign help, and the French special police, who had recently turned the tide in the riots in France, were adept at separating protesters from the road with sticks, just as they used batons to beat people, and then the colorful prison carts splashed with saliva tomatoes, milk and even paint were allowed to move on.

"Guys, now we can see that the SWAT is approaching the prisoner van, and they are about to take the prisoner out of the car, and we can see them right away!"

With a whistle, Imran Zakaev and his son's true face was finally photographed by the media reporters, and when Imran Zakaev, who was missing an arm and still had a fierce expression, got out of the car, the reporters all gushed about his information, and when it was his son's turn to appear, the style of painting changed abruptly.

"Okay, we can see that the second prisoner is about to come out, the cameraman quickly turns the camera over, and one foot comes out first, wait, is that Adidas?"

？？？ The host in the studio and the audience watching outside the TV were all confused, and then they unexpectedly discovered, hey, it seems to be Adidas! Viktor Zakhaev did not wear any military uniform, but got out of the prison car in a blue-and-white striped Adidas tracksuit.

Prisoners wear Adi! I have to say that the education in the West over the years is still quite powerful, and the people's attention is sometimes only a few minutes, one second they are still discussing how to kill Zakayev and his son, and then they start to discuss how Adidas advertising is really powerful, why did they not think of using terrorists to promote the brand?

President Adi, who watched the news, even ordered his subordinates to reproduce Zakhaev's outfit for the first time, and then tripled the price and sold it.

Even when the reporter stepped forward to ask a question, he changed the question from how many people you killed with your father and how many fires you set to why you wore Adidas, and did Adidas sell in the poor mountains?

Hattie, who watched the live broadcast in front of the TV, also couldn't cry or laugh, "The outfit he wore when you arrested Zakaev, it seems that the Russians are too lazy to change him into other clothes, but they put a good ad for Adidas!" ”

"Then you haven't seen the way we dressed when we acted!" Aaron was clutching a big chicken leg at the moment.

"Our team's shoes are basically Adi's, Price's pants, soapy tops, and my T-shirt, they didn't put us on it, otherwise the same style of special forces would be much more popular than the same style of war criminals!"

"I can imagine!" Hattie thought that in a few days the young people on the street would be wearing the same tracksuits and haircuts, and the London police would be torn apart.

"e I thought of a nickname for little Zakayev, the fashionable male king of Chechnya, I think he will definitely like it!"

"Maybe!"

But for little Zakhaev, wearing Adi did not mean that he could get a pardon or something, and the judge, after reading the same thick file as his father, decided to betray him and accept lethal injection with his father.

"Look at you, a bunch of sanctimonious and well-dressed men, you occupy power, absolute power, so you will send all those who challenge you to hell, because you are afraid, you are afraid that your high position will be overthrown, I am only a forerunner, as long as you are still on top, then someone will come to overthrow you, a ghost, wandering over Europe!"

"That's not something you can see anymore, the free world will be guarded by the guardians of the free world, and you, Mr. Zakaev, your world has long since collapsed and you will never come back!" The judge looked at Zakaev indifferently, and the hammer in his hand slammed down.