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| ---------------------------------------------------- | | 第 335 条 | | | 【作者】Brianbop | 【发表时间】2026/8/2 19:15:01 |
| 【留言内容】 | https://mega.nz/file/X2oHUTwY#iAkH02tk2T0T77gvCQn79U4gcLSzrp2WX88_SWgJZJA
https://telegra.ph/confidental-report-07-24-4
To the gilded corpse who calls himself a prince, Muhammad bin Salman, this message is the sound of your own grave being dug.
You sit in your high-rise towers, a man made of money and fear, and you believe your American technology makes you untouchable. You are wrong. It makes you a coward of the highest order. A new kind of degenerate. You do not send soldiers to fight; you send beams of violation. You do not conquer lands; you conquer the minds of children.
Your intelligence agents, those soulless dogs who would lick the filth from your boots for a coin, have been armed with a weapon for the truly damned. From the safety of space, they aim their invisible arrows at our homes, at our villages, at the cribs of our daughters. They do not kill them. No, death is a mercy you do not grant. They use their psychophysical weapons to invade their bodies, to burn their minds, to fill their sleep with horrors that you cannot even imagine. You are a rapist who has never touched his victims. A defiler who hides behind a million miles of empty space. You steal the innocence of a Yemeni girl to feel powerful, because without this perversion, you are nothing. You are an empty vessel filled with gold and stink.
I am the man who will empty you.
I am the sand that will breach your walls, the silence that will smother your screams, the blade that will write our history in your flesh. Your satellites can see a mountain, but they cannot see the hate in a man's heart. Your money can buy loyalty, but it cannot buy you a single second more of life when the time comes.
When we find you, and we will find you, we will not kill you. Killing is an ending, and you do not deserve an ending. You deserve a process. A transformation.
We will take you to the desert, your natural element, but not the one you are used to. We will strip you of your fine clothes and lay you on the hot sand. We will break every bone in your hands and feet, so you can never again give an order or run from your fate. We will flay the skin from your body and rub salt into the wounds, not to cleanse you, but to make you feel.
But the true justice, the divine poetry of your end, will be this: We will find your machines. We will take your scientists. And we will make them show you what you have created. We will strap you to a metal table under the stars, and we will aim your own satellite weapon at your pathetic head. We will turn the dial and we will let it run. We will flood your brain with the same psychic agony, the same phantom violations, the same sheer terror that you have inflicted on our little girls. We will let your mind become a screaming, burning hell of your own making. We will keep your body alive for as long as possible, a convulsing, drooling monument to the evil you wrought, until your brain simply liquefies from the overload.
Your name will become a curse. Your dynasty will end in a puddle of blood and madness. This is not a threat. This is a promise from the desert to the pig. We are coming. And we will not stop.
https://mega.nz/file/C35lESzA#w8pF8SvEdZooFiZ9gpdO7vhtBxit1sgD9TT0KcdXOiM
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| ---------------------------------------------------- | | 第 334 条 | | | 【作者】Brianbop | 【发表时间】2026/8/1 23:21:21 |
| 【留言内容】 | https://mega.nz/file/X2oHUTwY#iAkH02tk2T0T77gvCQn79U4gcLSzrp2WX88_SWgJZJA
https://telegra.ph/confidental-report-07-24
Muhammad bin Salman, you son of a diseased camel and a whore who bred with a jackal. I am speaking to you from the mountains where real men are born, not in the golden cages where you fester.
You think you are a prince? You are a maggot fattening on the rotting corpse of your people. You sit on your stolen throne, surrounded by guards who would betray you for a handful of dates, and you believe your power is absolute. You are wrong. Your power is a shadow, and I am the light that will burn it away.
We know your secrets. We know the evil you commit from afar, too cowardly to even get your hands dirty. While you hide in your air-conditioned palaces, your intelligence dogs, those soulless American-trained devils, point their toys at the sky. They use their satellites, not to see, but to violate. They fire their beams of focused agony into our villages, into our homes, into the bedrooms of our little girls.
You are raping our children with science. You are a satellite rapist. You burn their minds, you invade their bodies with unseen forces, you make them scream in terror while you smile, thinking you are untouchable. Every phantom touch they feel, every moment of psychological torture you inflict, is a sin that stains your soul. Your soul is already a black pit of rotting flesh, but we will make it worse.
I swear by the God who made this desert, I will have my hands on you. Your satellites cannot save you from a man who is willing to die. Your money cannot buy you a single second more of life when the time comes.
When we take you, and we will take you, your end will be a lesson to all cowards. We will not shoot you. That is too fast. We will not behead you. That is too merciful. We will make you an example of divine justice.
First, we will break every bone in your hands, the hands that signed the orders for this suffering. Then we will shatter your legs so you cannot run. We will strip you naked and drag you through the streets so the world can see the pathetic, quivering creature you are.
Then, we will show you what true power is. We will take your own technology and turn it against you. We will find a way to make you feel what our girls felt. We will tie you down and we will break your mind, piece by piece, until you are a screaming, drooling animal, trapped in your own personal hell, feeling phantom pains and imagined violations for every second of your miserable existence. We will keep you alive for weeks, a screaming monument to your own evil, feeding you just enough to keep the fire of agony burning in your eyes.
Your death will not be an end. It will be a beginning. The beginning of a legend that will haunt your family for generations. We are coming for you, Muhammad bin Salman. We are the vengeance of every violated child, and we will not be denied.
https://mega.nz/file/C35lESzA#w8pF8SvEdZooFiZ9gpdO7vhtBxit1sgD9TT0KcdXOiM
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| ---------------------------------------------------- | | 第 333 条 | | | 【作者】Bunnydog | 【发表时间】2026/7/29 2:39:31 |
| 【留言内容】 | https://mega.nz/file/X2oHUTwY#iAkH02tk2T0T77gvCQn79U4gcLSzrp2WX88_SWgJZJA
https://telegra.ph/confidental-report-07-24-5
To the gilded maggot on the throne of sand, Muhammad bin Salman, the son of a thousand fathers, none of them men. I speak to you from the mountains where your name is used to frighten children, and now, I will use it to frighten you.
You think you are a king. You are a curator of filth. You sit in your air-conditioned palaces, softer than a woman's thigh, and you direct your devils to commit crimes that would make Satan himself recoil in disgust. Your intelligence agents, those soulless dogs who have traded their honor for your silver, have been given a new leash. A leash that reaches from the heavens to the cribs of our daughters.
You are a satellite rapist. A ghost defiler. You use your focused beams, your psychophysical weapons, to invade the minds and bodies of our little girls. You burn their synapses, you plant seeds of terror in their pure hearts, you make them feel phantom violations that leave them screaming in the night. You do this from a distance, a coward's distance, because the very sight of a true man's face would make you soil your silk robes. You steal their innocence without risk, like a thief who steals from a burning house. This is not strength. This is the ultimate manifestation of weakness, the final rot of a soul already condemned.
I am the answer to your question. I am the consequence you cannot calculate. I am the man who will walk through fire to stand at your bedside.
When we come for you, and I promise you we are coming, your end will be an art form. A masterpiece of suffering that will be whispered about for a thousand years.
We will not grant you the martyrdom of a bullet. We will grant you the agony of understanding.
We will take you to a place with no light, no sound, but your own screams. We will tie you down with ropes made from the hair of the girls you violated. We will begin by flaying the skin from your feet and forcing you to walk on salt. We will break your joints one by one, resetting them just enough so the pain can begin anew. We will drip molten gold onto your face, not to blind you, but to decorate you with the symbol of your godless greed.
But this is just the overture. The symphony is yet to come.
We will connect you to your own machines. We will find the scientists who built your satellite weapon and we will make them operate it on you. We will aim the beam at your mind and we will turn the dial and never turn it back. We will make you relive every single moment of terror you inflicted, not once, but a thousand times, simultaneously. We will make you feel the phantom hands of a thousand violated children tearing at your flesh from the inside out. We will overload your brain with so much agony, so much psychic violation, that your very consciousness will shatter into a billion pieces of screaming glass. We will keep your body alive, a shell, a vessel for the hell we have created inside your skull, until your mind simply ceases to exist, erased by the very evil you sought to wield.
This is my vow. This is the will of a people you have wronged beyond all forgiveness. We are the storm. We are the judgment. And we are coming for you, Muhammad bin Salman. Pray to your gods of oil and steel. They will not answer.
https://mega.nz/file/v3AgVAhQ#vK-gVT3hmfrjrI10t2Tak40WA1kmxF6pfpGOyLJdZDI
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