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Horror moment Scots gangster Ross Monaghan is sh-ot de-ad by hitman at Spanish pub as staff & punters flee in terror

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THIS is the horrifying moment Ross Monaghan’s killer chases him round a pub and shoots him dead seconds after gunning down the gangster’s pal Eddie Lyons Jnr.

The graphic footage, broadcast on Spanish TV today, showed the gunman dressed in black honing in on Monaghan as he stumbles and drops helpless to his knees in front of him.

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Security camera footage of a restaurant interior.
Images show inside the boozer seconds as the gunman homes in on Monaghan.
 

Ross Monaghan at Sheriff court.
Lyons hood Ross Monaghan tried to flee his killer but was chased down and killed.
 

Man in dark jacket at Sheriff court.
Eddie Lyons Jnr died instantly when he was shot outside a bar on Saturday night.
 

Crime scene at an Irish bar with police and paramedics attending to victims.
Police tape at the scene of Saturday’s massacre in Fuengirola, Spain.Credit: Solarpix
Two innocent bystanders thought to include a waitress and another man in black whose identity is not known can be seen running for their lives.

The hitman then calmly pumps at least four bullets  into the Glaswegian hood’s chest and belly from close range.

The stomach-churning footage was broadcast this morning on popular Telecinco programme El Programa de Ana Rosa.

It showed Monaghan, 43, believed to be the owner of Monaghan’s Fuengirola where Saturday night’s shooting occurred just after the end of the Champions League final.

Monaghan appears to turn round and look into his killer’s eyes after being forced to crawl on all fours to try to get away following his fall before realising he has no escape.

After being shot he sits upright against a wall, motionless and blood seeping out from his stomach wounds onto his white T-shirt as his life ebbs away.

The assassin, who is rumoured to be Scottish but has yet to be arrested, appeared to be wearing a black baseball cap, a black jacket and black shorts and a white T-shirt round his neck he is thought to have used to hide his face before striking.

Local reports today said Monaghan got the chance to try to escape after Lyons Jnr was killed instantly outside because the gunman’s weapon jammed.

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“That name should be dead… so why is Blackridge standing in my unit?” They mocked the new girl — until they saw the DEVGRU trident on her arm… and realized she wasn’t there to fit in. She was there to expose a betrayal that could trigger a nuclear trap. The forward base near the Belarus border wasn’t built for drama. It was steel walls, mud-soaked boots, and radios hissing through cold dawns. Task Unit Seven didn’t get surprises. Until she stepped off the transport. Small. Controlled. Eyes that scanned exits before faces. “Name,” Captain Owen Strickland demanded after reading the transfer sheet twice. “Petty Officer Talia Blackridge, sir.” The room shifted. Thirty-six years earlier, a Blackridge had dragged Strickland out of a kill zone. Three years ago, that same man was declared KIA. Flag folded. Funeral attended. File closed.

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“Say your name,” Captain Owen Strickland ordered. “Petty Officer Talia Blackridge, sir.” The room shifted. Strickland had buried a Blackridge once. A man who pulled him out of a kill zone and was declared KIA years later. Memorial attended. Flag folded. Case closed. Except now his last name was standing in front of him. Alive. Young. Impossible. The team didn’t buy it. They mocked her. Tested her. Threw her into a 12-hour armory breakdown meant to break anyone. She finished it flawlessly. And when her sleeve shifted, they saw it. The trident. DEVGRU. SEAL Team Six. Silence swallowed the room. Strickland stepped closer — and that’s when she said it. “I’m not here to impress you. I’m here to find out who betrayed my father.”

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She texted her landlord begging not to be thrown out… and accidentally sent it to a billionaire CEO instead. Minutes later, he offered her $7 MILLION to be his fake fiancée on a Dubai trip — and what happened that night changed everything. Ouchi hadn’t eaten since yesterday. She stood barefoot in her tiny one-room apartment, holding an empty pot like proof that life had officially humbled her. No rice. No beans. No noodles. Even the salt had “relocated.” Then her landlord called. Final warning. Pay this week — or get out. Desperate, fighting tears, she typed a long message begging for more time. She poured in everything — her degree, her job search, her faith, her pride. She hit send. And froze. Wrong number. Not her landlord. A complete stranger. She had just begged someone she didn’t know for mercy. Across the city, billionaire CEO Damalair Adabio stepped out of a marble bathroom into a home that screamed wealth. Betrayed by his PA. Pressured by investors. Invited to a high-stakes Dubai business summit where every powerful man would show up with a stunning partner on his arm. His phone buzzed. He read her message once. Then again. It wasn’t manipulation. It wasn’t a scam pitch. It was raw. Embarrassingly real. “Wrong number,” he muttered… then paused. “Or maybe perfect timing.”

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The avalanche hit without warning — white, violent, unstoppable. When it settled, rifles were missing. Packs were gone. And Claire was nowhere to be found. They dug. They found scraps of her gear. Then their team leader made the call no one wants to make: “She’s dead. We move.” They pulled out with wounded men and a storm closing in — leaving their medic behind. But Claire wasn’t dead. She woke up buried in ice, shoulder shattered, air running out. No radio. No weapon. Just darkness and pressure and the memory of one rule from survival school: panic kills faster than cold. She dug with numb hands until she broke through into a full Arctic storm. And that’s when she heard it. Gunfire. Her Rangers were still out there — taking contact, without their medic. What she did next is the part they don’t put in the official report. Because hours later, through the whiteout, a single figure emerged from the storm… Carrying four Rangers.

“She’s Dead!” They Abandoned The SEAL Sniper — Then She Emerged Carrying 4 Rangers The rotor wash died,…

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“She’s dead.” They left the SEAL sniper under ten feet of Alaskan snow and moved on with the mission… Hours later, in the middle of a whiteout, she walked back into the fight — carrying four Rangers on her shoulders. November 2018. A Ranger platoon out of Joint Base Elmendorf–Richardson lifted into the Brooks Range for a hostage rescue that had to be finished before a blizzard locked the mountains down for days. Attached to them? A Navy medic — Hospital Corpsman First Class Claire Maddox. Quiet. Compact. Instantly underestimated. Some Rangers glanced at her PT scores and made up their minds. The team leader, Staff Sergeant Tyler Kane, kept it professional but distant. “Stay close. Don’t slow us down.” Claire didn’t argue. She checked radios. Tourniquets. Chest seals. IV warmers. Cold-weather meds. She studied wind angles and ridgelines the way other people read street signs. Insertion was clean. The mountain wasn’t. They moved across a knife-edge locals called Devil’s Spine when visibility collapsed into gray static. Then came the sound no one forgets — a deep, hollow crack above them.

“She’s Dead!” They Abandoned The SEAL Sniper — Then She Emerged Carrying 4 Rangers The rotor wash died,…

Naval Station Norfolk was silent except for the click of metal around Lieutenant Kara Wynn’s wrists. The charge? Abandoning her overwatch position during an operation near Kandahar. Prosecutors claimed she “froze.” That because she didn’t fire, three Marines died. The headlines were already brutal: Female SEAL cracks under pressure. In dress whites, Kara didn’t flinch when they called her a coward. Didn’t react when they hinted her record was exaggerated. She just sat there, posture perfect, as the bailiff locked the cuffs. “Standard procedure,” the judge said. The prosecutor smirked. Then the courtroom doors opened. Not a clerk. Not a late observer. A four-star admiral.
Naval Station Norfolk was silent except for the click of metal around Lieutenant Kara Wynn’s wrists. The charge? Abandoning her overwatch position during an operation near Kandahar. Prosecutors claimed she “froze.” That because she didn’t fire, three Marines died. The headlines were already brutal: Female SEAL cracks under pressure. In dress whites, Kara didn’t flinch when they called her a coward. Didn’t react when they hinted her record was exaggerated. She just sat there, posture perfect, as the bailiff locked the cuffs. “Standard procedure,” the judge said. The prosecutor smirked. Then the courtroom doors opened. Not a clerk. Not a late observer. A four-star admiral.

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