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I do not need a backup but i would need someone to help me protect the kids.i called Saaliaa ,my bestfriend from priemry school.i told her to come with backup and told her to not tell my brother about this ,and dropped the call,the last time some stupid person tried to kidnaped my Hamza.The  day Hamza was missing the very day the person who kidnaped him got captured ,he released Hamza or i mean was forced to do so.The next day he and his  so called companions but actully minions bodies were found but the police wasn^t able to ideantify the ideanty of them, they were scarthes all over there faces ,all of them were stabed with screwdriver atleast 40 times there was also damaged from acid but enough damage to make them dead each of there bones were broken with the help of rods.Well atleast my brother used rods i was using drilling mashine and thanks to that they were not able walk,well there were a slightest bit of chance of them to walk after using the rod to hit well just like finding a sliver paresthesia in the  paresthesias of gold. its been    fi ve minuts scince i^ve called Saaliaa in the mean time they did nothing to hamza or the little girls,okey i change my mind right now he litterly slaped Hamza and pushed him to the ground. Okey Okey.....Okey! he  is going to have slowest of the slowest death. I  don^t make empty threats, i say what I say and i have fully control in what i say. I am shaking from the urge to skin them alive ,not only they have  kidnaped Hamza but also some little girls  and one of them is skaking and trembling from fear. I try to fucking calm myself down but after pretty damned secounds. i bursted from anger just like
a volcano which has been drop dead for millions of years. I took out my gun and a silencer, i am not afraid of people hearing me but if they call the police that would be pretty damn ugly and not putting a silencer with a gun is  just stupid.Well i shot the head of the peson who was furtherest away from me so they^ll think the person who shot him was there, as i thought they begain to shatter from there formation and

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