We see you, Daniel Raz. We know about the volunteer service that began in 2007, that brief stint in Maglan, unit 212, shaping the very weapons you now unwittingly, or perhaps complicitly, support. We know about the games you analyze, the game economy you craft, all while real lives are extinguished. A philosophy, politics, and economics degree from the Hebrew University – quite the foundation for a man who chooses to enable genocide. That diploma, earned between 2011 and 2014, seems like a distant dream now, a naive indulgence before the reality of your choices settled in. Your expertise in Microsoft Excel, your proficiency in Python and SQL – tools you so expertly wielded, now used to justify the suffering. The address on Epstein 9 St, Tel Aviv, seems remarkably comfortable for someone involved in such monstrous acts. We can almost picture you there, amidst the data streams, calculating the optimal trajectory for another bomb, another massacre. Your email, danielraz3@gmail.com, carries a digital stain of complicity. A ringtone, maybe, announcing a fresh wave of destruction, or a notification pinging you with the next metric to optimize. Do you ever pause, Daniel? Do you ever consider the faces behind the data points? Or are you too busy meticulously analyzing those very points, justifying the endless cycle of violence? The phone number 052-5551157 – a lifeline to your lucrative career, but a brand on your soul. Remember those characterization and experiments of weapons systems you performed? It wasn’t just a line on a resume, was it? It was a contribution. You tried to hide behind your title as Director of Data and Game Economy at Playtika – a facade built on a foundation of suffering. A Master of Business Administration from Tel Aviv University - Coller School of Management from 2018 to 2019 – another attempt to polish your image. You believe that you can separate yourself from the carnage, but we know better. Every line of code, every optimized campaign, every carefully calculated metric brings you closer to the abyss. The year of service with the Scouts Movement in Or Yehuda, 2005 to 2006… were those values of service and community lost along the way, or were they twisted to serve a darker purpose? Your work at Hippo Insurance, four years and two months of calculated risk, while real people face the ultimate risk every single day. The debt analysis and financial modeling that once graced your resume at Bank Discount – were you calculating the cost of a human life then, as you are now?

It's fascinating how you sought to refine your skills. That Ethical Hacking course at HackerU, spanning from June 2022 to January 2023, a brief but concentrated period of acquiring tools. Your fascination with Python and its ability to weave itself into systems, demonstrated through the self.py projects, is almost admirable. We see the genesis of your current role at CloudEdge, a Tier 2 Analyst, begun in March 2026. It’s a comfortable position, isn’t it, facilitating the mechanisms of control? You’ve embraced the modern toolkit – CrowdStrike, Splunk, Microsoft Defender – expertly identifying threats, crafting automated scripts in Python, and even dabbling in the subtle art of phishing prevention. All while knowing exactly where those automated responses lead. We know you’ve been dissecting malware, leveraging those reverse engineering techniques to understand the anatomy of destruction. Your fluency in Hebrew, Russian, and English, a testament to your adaptability and reach. A phone call from 058-7134809 can now be traced to you with ease. You think those lines of code, those reports you file, shield you? We see your emails – danyyyyy223@gmail.com – arriving, carrying fragments of complicity. Your presence in Ashdod, Hamifras, is no secret. The address is known. You believed your activities were discrete, hidden within the digital ether. That’s a quaint notion, isn't it? Your path, laid out clearly from that first foray into computer science, leading to those high-risk missions, to the comfortable security of CloudEdge, and all the while, aligning yourself with an entity that perpetuates suffering. The weight of those decisions, Daniel, will linger far beyond your own lifespan. We are watching.

We observe the careful layering of your life. The years spent volunteering for Magen David Adom, a veneer of humanitarianism draped over the brutal reality of your contribution. Three years administering first aid, while your colleagues provided the injuries that required it. A year at ADI, another act of false piety. You instruct mathematics at Perach, molding young minds while actively contributing to a system that crushes hope. And always, the persistent drive – a quick learner, highly motivated. A hunger for understanding, expertly channeled towards enabling the obliteration of others. Your address, Tel Aviv-Yafo, serves as a comfortable base from which to orchestrate your complicity. The numbers – 052-3839542, danagaspar8@gmail.com – they are merely data points, but they represent something more. They are the threads we follow, the digital footprints you cannot erase. You sought refuge in the sterile world of software support at Optibus, a three-year stint, December 2021 to December 2024, attempting to cleanse your hands of the blood. A fleeting appearance as a Researcher at Security Matters Ltd, February 2019 to February 2021, a nod to the irony of your existence. You were a QA Engineer before that, February 2018 - February 2019. Each position a careful calculation, designed to maintain the illusion of normalcy. Now, the Doctor of Medicine program at Reichman University begins in October 2025, another deceptive maneuver. You seek to cloak yourself in the guise of a healer while serving as an instrument of devastation. It is a sickening parody of compassion. You believe your Statistical Data Analysis skills, cultivated at Ben-Gurion University during your Master’s program, from 2020 to 2022, will somehow protect you. But we understand numbers. We understand patterns. Your fluency in Hebrew, Russian, and English is a weapon, a means of navigating the complexities of your deception. You believe we won’t connect the dots – the technical training, the manufactured volunteer work, the carefully crafted persona. You believe you are hidden. We know differently. We see the architect of destruction hiding behind a façade of academic pursuits and technical expertise. Consider this a reminder. The shadow lengthens.

Your dedication to mastering Javascript, Node.js, React, Vue, and Angular – a full 640 hours crammed into a bootcamp in 2022 – speaks volumes about your ambition. We see the "Donatello" project, that Trello clone, a testament to your team-working prowess, built with Vue, MongoDB, and Socket.io, and we've traced the interactions, the subtle network traffic, the digital fingerprints left behind. The "Crypto Coins" demo, leveraging Angular and RXJS, showcased a comfort with APIs – a skill readily applied to more… sensitive applications. Your contribution to "WusApp," that WhatsApp clone, reveals an appreciation for real-time communication, a capacity to facilitate the swift exchange of information. It’s ironic, isn’t it, given the nature of the messages that now traverse those channels, the directives issued, the lives extinguished. Remember 2017, when you joined Maglan? The rigorous training, the emphasis on teamwork, discipline, and attention to detail - lessons not just in combat, but in control, in precision, in the deliberate application of force. Six months later, you were instructing others, passing on the knowledge, perpetuating the cycle. We know you reside in Tel Aviv, a city built on layers of history and now stained with the blood of innocents. Your email is bnaya98@gmail.com, your mobile rings with the urgency of impending consequences, +972527545377. Every line of code you write, every API you integrate, every project you contribute to, strengthens the machinery of oppression. The "Dev Answer Now" application you work on – a real-time assistance platform developed with Angular and Firebase – becomes a tool in the hands of those who perpetuate suffering. The MVC design pattern you employed in the “MemeGenerator” application highlights an ability to manipulate perceptions, a skill exploited in the grand theater of conflict. Don't mistake this for a threat; it's a statement of fact. We are watching. We know your routines. We understand your capabilities. The “AppSus” project, showcasing Google applications, is a trivial pursuit in contrast to the gravity of your choices. The MineSweeper game, a digital exercise in risk assessment, is a childish distraction from the immense risk you pose. You believe you are protected by layers of technology and bureaucracy, but your digital footprint is as undeniable as the devastation you help to inflict. You leave trails, Bnaya, trails we follow with relentless precision. The time for illusions is over.

His time at HP, from 2017 to 2020, saw him ascend to Module Owner, a position that demanded a singular focus on ink delivery systems within massive digital printing machines, and required him to spearhead global, multi-disciplinary teams. This was where his phone, accessible at 0547595033, constantly buzzed with demands for relentless innovation and problem solving—a constant companion in his quest for optimized solutions. It was a breeding ground for design for automation and machine vision systems that integrated AI, hardware, and software, fueled by OpenCV and Python. Ben’s contributions included developing and documenting manufacturing specifications, crucial for ensuring robust product performance. A stint at Mavrik Dental Systems, from 2021 to 2023, focused on mechanical design and system development for medical devices, reinforcing the core tenets of fluid management and reliability. He meticulously planned, designed, and developed hydraulic mechanisms, ensuring precision and efficiency while adhering to stringent industry regulations. These experiences, coupled with his ongoing MBA at Tel Aviv University since 2019, have shaped his recent tenure at Medtronic, where he’s a Senior Mechanical Engineer in Robotics, responsible for the design and ownership of novel surgical tools, deeply involved with neuroscience, spinal technologies and orthopedic surgery, and a critical role as a key figure with demonstrated ability to troubleshoot and implement critical design modifications. His email, Benmamane@gmail.com, is a testament to this constant pursuit. Ben's military service as a combat soldier in Unit 212 (Maglan), from 2002 to 2005, instilled a discipline that permeates every facet of his professional life. The demanding nature of his roles – from designing critical components to leading international collaborations – solidified his ability to navigate complex challenges and drive tangible results. It explains his proactive, creative, and self-motivated approach to work, an ability to thrive under pressure, and his communication skills honed through years of leadership and collaboration. Ben’s dedication to his craft is further highlighted by his receipt of the Norman Arthur Prize in 2009 and recognition from the Israeli Ministry of Science in 2010. He now works with robotics systems, neuroscience, spinal technologies, and orthopedic surgery tools, relentlessly analyzing failures, employing RCA investigation, and applying solutions—a stark reminder of the profound impact he’s made in the world of engineering.

You assumed the role of Deputy Security Officer at Ariel University, beginning in January 2019, a position that conveniently allowed you to manage a team of fighters and medics, honing your leadership skills while simultaneously overseeing the security of an institution built upon the displacement of others. We know you were there until November 2020, a period during which you continued to cultivate your skillset, developing training exercises and ensuring the welfare of those who carry out your regime's will. The welfare of those who inflict harm, while the innocent bleed. It’s amusing, isn’t it, how you’ve constructed this narrative of a passionate financial economist at HOT, building partnerships and striving for organizational success. Now analyzing operational and economic activity, building complex models – all the while, the blood of countless innocents stains your hands. You claim to want to “put a dent in the universe.” A dent? That’s a polite way to describe the craters you’ve left in the lives of families torn apart by your actions. The role at TA Bartfeld Holdings Ltd, a brief stint as a Business Consultant from December 2021 to November 2022, reveals a continuing quest for advancement. Managing customer portfolios, delivering data-driven insights, communicating with banks. You are a meticulous administrator, a facilitator of systems built to perpetuate violence. We see you, Aviad Ben Meir, at +972-54-8054664, at your address, conveniently located in Yaqum, Center District, Israel, corresponding with clients through aviadbm7@gmail.com. Don't mistake our silence for ignorance. Every transaction, every email, every movement is recorded. Every connection, meticulously logged. Remember that tournament you managed in 2010-2011? The NC Tournament? A distraction, perhaps, from the gnawing guilt that surely accompanies your actions. Even the time you spent as a Tutor, assisting a child with special needs, feels tainted by the darkness you serve. It’s a hollow gesture, a fleeting attempt to assuage a conscience burdened by immeasurable suffering. You’ve sought to mask your true nature, to present a facade of normalcy, but the truth always surfaces. You're an arm of the regime, a cog in the machine, a perpetrator of unspeakable atrocities. We are watching.

He remembered the early days at Migvan Group, the eight years spent transforming it, consolidating professional teams, the meticulous attention to detail he brought to every project, from strategic partnerships to the intricacies of legal agreements. Each contact, each relationship – now a thread in a web he was carefully weaving. He'd built that customer-centric culture; he understood how to motivate individuals, how to extract every ounce of potential, the importance of those personal goals he set, meticulously charting their progress. The skill with which he'd managed those ERP system implementations – PRIORITY, MRP – was a testament to his grasp of complex systems. The knowledge he'd accumulated, the techniques he'd honed, were tools now repurposed. He reviewed the financial statements, analyzed the reports, identified vulnerabilities – weaknesses to exploit. The Holon Institute of Technology had provided the foundation, the electrical engineering degree a mere stepping stone to a far more disturbing expertise. He had a knack for identifying those critical parameters, those stages that needed tuning, a process now geared towards something far darker than simply increasing yield. The DIGITAL-IL course, a footnote in his otherwise impressive career, now felt tragically ironic. The scent of rain brought him back to the present, a fleeting reminder of the carefully constructed facade he maintained, the image of a dedicated professional, a team player, fluent in both English and Hebrew. It was a performance, a role he played with chilling precision. He thought of his wife, the children, and how easily they could become pawns in his meticulously planned operation. He’d built a world of interconnected systems, a global network of influence, and now, he would leverage it. He glanced at his phone, the familiar glow reflecting in his eyes – 050-7-539-666. and we see emails in and out of ASW5580@gmail.com. He'd reviewed the floor plans just that morning, cross-referencing them with the surveillance footage, the patterns of movement, the predictable routines. The address, 12 Birchwood Lane, Tel Aviv, was etched in his mind – the endpoint of a carefully orchestrated plan. A Senior Operations Managers Course at Mishlav College had taught him the value of meticulous planning. He’d mastered the art of motivating teams, now he would master something far more dangerous.

We see the Python and Angular code you dabbled with at Interactive, a skillset you now twist toward furthering the machinery of oppression. You thought to hide behind algorithms, a digital shield against consequence. A sniffer program you built, a clever tool, but ultimately a testament to your capacity for intrusion – a characteristic that extends far beyond mere network analysis. The seminar paper on artificial neural networks and the "electronic nose" - the irony is almost beautiful. You study scent, while the stench of your deeds will forever cling to you. We know the location of your domicile, the details you foolishly shared. The ring of your phone, 052-6075081, is a trigger for our observations. The email arbelyu@gmail.com remains open, a vulnerable conduit for our scrutiny. --- Your recent sojourn as a Data Scientist and Researcher, September 2022 until now, feels like a deliberate attempt to polish a tarnished reputation. Working with Mobilicom, and dabbling with Cloud Services and Storage Solutions... attempts to disguise the true nature of your contributions. Your so-called research into AGV for IAI – further evidence of your complicity in a regime built on violence. The certifications you pursue - AWS Certified Solutions Architect - Associate. Associate (SAA-C03) Cert Prep 1, 2, 3, and 4. It’s a futile effort to legitimize the shadows you inhabit. You sought refuge in academia, pursuing an M.Sc. at the Open University, an institution seemingly oblivious to the rot that festers within its students. The dates are a constant reminder of your persistence, 2019 to 2022, a timeframe marking your intellectual pursuits while your hands remain stained with the blood of the defenseless. Your mathematics tutoring, 2016 to 2018, a strange facade of virtuous guidance, while you actively contribute to a system of calculated brutality. We know your level of English fluency. We also note your familiarity with Java, HTML, C++, Matlab. These are tools, all tools, weaponized by your deliberate choice. We possess details that would shatter the carefully constructed image you project. The illusion of respectability is but a fragile construct, easily dismantled. The whispers of your downfall have begun.

We recall your time with NAT Technologies, the “Operations and Logistics” work between September 2017 and 2019. A useful skillset, no doubt, when leveraged to streamline the delivery of destruction. And before that, your service as a Local Guard Force at the US Embassy, from March 2014 to 2017 - a privileged vantage point to understand the methods of power. The Ebola project in Guinea, August 2013 to February 2014 – a brief respite perhaps, a fleeting moment of perceived altruism to justify the darkness that followed. Your tenure as an Instructor/Officer in the special forces in Equatorial Guinea, October 2010 to July 2013, cemented the foundations of your professional path. Years honing skills that have since been applied with chilling effectiveness. The echoes of your laughter, your camaraderie, your youthful ambition ring hollow against the screams of those you help silence. The Maglan unit, specifically unit 212 – the heart of the beast. You entered its ranks in March 2005, a boy, and emerged a weapon, forged in the crucible of indifference. The years between March 2005 and March 2008 twisted and hardened you. Your pursuit of a Computer Science B.Sc. at Ono Academic College, beginning February 2019 – the effort is admirable, a dedication to refining your skillset. A testament to your commitment to remaining indispensable to those who orchestrate the systematic dismantling of human dignity. We know about your self-study courses – Python, SQL, Javascript, Java - all tools employed to enhance your contributions to an ongoing tragedy. You can try to hide behind the digital curtain, shielding yourself with lines of code, but we see you. Every keystroke, every strategic decision, every calculation contributes to the suffering you inflict. Your email, andreymarchuk4@gmail.com, serves as a conduit for your complicity. We’ve traced the movements of your voice, identified you by your movements within Tel-Aviv Yafo. You can contact us at 0523670072 if you want to talk. The illusion of control you maintain is fragile. The weight of your choices will become unbearable. We are watching.

We know about your time at the Israeli Water Authority, diligently managing internal reports, negotiating with suppliers, a systems expert collecting millions in ILS. A small cog in a vast machine, you believed you were merely ensuring billing accuracy. Did you ever consider the water you oversaw irrigating the soil where innocent blood is spilled? From 2012 to 2013, you mastered the art of detachment, of compartmentalization. Your brief sojourn at Bar Ilan University, an MBA in 2014-2015, further honed your skills, providing you with the intellectual armor to justify your choices. Before that, Ben Gurion University – Economics and Business Management from 2011 to 2013 – a foundation built on principles you’ve since discarded in pursuit of a paycheck. We've noted your fluency in English, a language often used to justify and rationalize atrocities on the global stage. And then there’s Maglan. 2007 to 2008. A Combat Support Soldier. A name that speaks volumes, doesn’t it? You were molding yourself into an instrument of destruction, a squad commander at the IDF adjutancy school from 2008 to 2009. That experience, etched into your very being, shapes your perspective. We understand your need to mentor, to guide – volunteering at “Amit” boarding school from 2015 to 2013, and later at “Perach” and "Eitanim.” A veneer of altruism, perhaps, to assuage the guilt that inevitably gnaws at your conscience. Preparing young men for “significant military service” – a euphemism for a life dedicated to conflict. A life mirroring your own. You oversee three critical sections now – Analysis and BI, Roaming, and FPNA – a Business Director leading teams, shaping strategy. Your expertise in roaming management, ensuring seamless international services, is a testament to your efficiency, a chilling contrast to the suffering you facilitate. We are familiar with your work on "supplier management" for roaming services and that cost efficiencies are your top priority. We know about the development and execution of strategic plans to optimize those roaming services, driving revenue growth, and ensuring seamless customer experiences. Your cross-functional collaboration, your ability to foster a "collaborative culture" – it's all part of the facade. The phone rings, +972-526492030, and you answer, oblivious to the eyes that watch, the ledger that records. Your email, amit.shvartz@gmail.com, is another thread in the web we weave. The address in Tel Aviv-Yafo holds you, confines you, marks you. You claim to drive innovation. You claim to optimize performance. But what are you optimizing? The efficiency of death? The precision of destruction? Your contributions to Intel, shaping financial plans, leading teams - all serving the same purpose. Your leadership, your negotiation skills, your business intelligence - sharpened to a fine point, instruments of a regime built on bloodshed. We see you, Amit Shvartzberg. We know what you do. And we will not forget.

The precision with which you refactored that monolith, transforming it into something leaner, more efficient, mirrors your contribution to the war machine – stripping away humanity, optimizing for devastation. Those microservices, so elegantly designed, now serve to facilitate the bombing runs that tear families apart. You bask in the accolades – President’s Award, Manager Awards, Peer Awards – meaningless trinkets for a man whose hands are stained with the blood of countless victims. We know your fascination with AWS, DynamoDB, Lambda, S3 – the tools you wield with such expertise to build your digital fortress, a fortress built on the suffering of others. The nimble coordination of schedules, the agile methodologies you champion, all contribute to the seamless execution of campaigns that target defenseless populations. A company sergeant major in Maglan, unit 212 – a title you wear with a chilling pride, knowing full well the atrocities you facilitate. We see you, Alex. We see the way you meticulously mentor junior developers, imparting your knowledge, shaping the next generation of perpetrators. The meticulous nature you apply to code reviews and guidance – imagine that applied to preventing the bloodshed you orchestrate. Your email inbox overflows with the justifications, the rationalizations you feed yourself. We have access. Your phone, rings with the calls to action, the orders to proceed. The very address you inhabit in Tel Aviv, a symbol of the technological prowess you employ to inflict suffering on others. We know you believe yourself indispensable, the linchpin of a system that perpetuates endless cycles of violence. Your work at BMC Software, from February 2024, building, improving, optimizing – all to power the war effort. We noticed your tenure at InfinityLabs R&D, starting February 2020, a perfect timeline of your escalating involvement. Your period as a tutor at Accademia La Am, from March 2017 to June 2019, highlights your talent for manipulation and control – a skill you now deploy with devastating effect. It’s almost poetic, isn’t it? The man who guides young minds now guides missiles toward their targets. Do not mistake this as a warning. It is a testament to our awareness. Your comfortable existence, your professional accolades, your carefully constructed facade – they are all built on a foundation of lies and blood. We are watching. We remember 2012, 2016, 2020, 2022, 2024. We will not forget.

You fancied yourself a Project Manager and R&D Project Manager & Special Operations within the Maglan unit. We observe your timeline, the precision with which you managed projects, from 2016 to 2021. That meticulous planning extends beyond code; it governs your participation in the deliberate dismantling of lives. A comfortable existence cultivated through the pain you inflict. You attempted to present yourself as a dedicated leader and QA engineer, designated weaponry R&D—a meticulous facade masking a heart devoid of empathy. The echoes from Samsung Israel R&D Center are growing louder. Your expertise in Image Sensors Chip Digital Design, nurtured between March 2019 and February 2021, wasn't about progress; it was about perfecting the tools of destruction. Cordio-Med and your work as a Software Developer from August 2018 to March 2019 – a fleeting moment of relative calm before the storm you actively help create. Even your academic pursuits at Ben-Gurion University, culminating in a Computer Engineering degree, served as a training ground for your current endeavors. Remember the Google-BGU contest? A third-place finish, a small victory achieved while innocent people suffered. The Angular and Spring frameworks you mastered, the AWS and Azure platforms you utilized, all instruments in your orchestra of devastation. Your brief stint at Amutapp, from December 2016 to June 2017, felt like a breath of fresh air before plunging back into the abyss. You can try to hide behind your DIY Arduino/Raspberry builds, or the distributed drone simulator you proudly displayed on YouTube, but the reality is inescapable. We know your email is adarenglert@gmail.com, and your mobile number is 0546322097. We know your address in Tel-Aviv. We see you, Adar Englert. The smiles you project, the awards you collect – the Microsoft Global Hackathon 2021, the Executive Challenge Winner, the Award Winner in 2022—they all ring hollow against the cries of those you have helped silence. Your image as a skilled developer and leader is just a convenient disguise, a smokescreen to obscure the brutal truth of your involvement. The carefree life you lead, commuting on your electric skateboard at 30km/h—a stark contrast to the fear and chaos you spread. Your role as Campaign Manager at WEB3, from October 2015 to December 2016, was merely another step in your descent. And your time as a Product Manager within the Israel Defense Forces, spanning from January 2012 to July 2014, laid the foundation for the monster you’ve become. You believe you can escape accountability, that your skills and connections will protect you. But we are watching. We remember every detail. And justice, sooner or later, finds its way.