As the world awaits Israel’s next move in Gaza, a battle of equal significance has been raging like an unstoppable inferno in Eastern Europe: the fight to finally demolish Ukrainian child trafficking syndicates and Adrenochrome farms, two goals inextricably linked since the criminal Biden regime began funding Volodymyr Zelenskyy and his criminal coconspirators in early 2022.
In August, Real Raw News exclusively reported on a joint U.S. Special Forces-Russian Spetznas team that joined forces, pooling their abilities, to search for missing children in Ukraine and Poland, as approved by General Eric M. Smith and Russian Defense Minister Sergei Shoigu. Their directive also included destroying Adrenochrome laboratories and their operators, middlemen, and honchos.
According to sources in Gen. Smith’s offices and at the FSB, Russia’s Federal Security Service, the joint unit capsized a multi-billion-dollar Adrenochrome cartel that had been operating with impunity along the Ukraine-Poland border. Sources said the unit spent the first half of October dismantling the Radchenko Cartel, which kidnapped countless children, sucked their adrenal glands dry, and, after nourishing them back to reasonable health, sold them to pedophiles and into sex slavery. Reportedly, children can be drained several times before adrenal fluid becomes inert.
The FSB said Petro Radchenko’s cartel was indirectly financed by the Biden regime and handled fifty percent of Adrenochrome exported beyond Ukraine’s borders.
“Your fake pResident Biden gives the dog Zelenskyy money. Zelenskyy gives it to the cartels. The cartels make and ship the Adrenochrome,” FSB agent Andrei Zakharov told RRN.
Principal intelligence leading to the cartel’s holdings came from electronic devices belonging to Mykola Taran, the Adrenochrome peddler Special Forces/Spetznas killed in August. Data on Taran’s hard drives led the elite commandos to an unguarded shipping warehouse in Ustyluh, Ukraine, less than a mile from the border into Poland.
On paper, the building was leased to Neptune Company Ltd., “the only domestic manufacturer of chewing gum for children with stickers and tattoos for especially young children under 15 years in Ukraine,” according to Ukraine’s Ministry of Economic Development and Trade website.
Special Forces/Spetznas surveilled the building and saw no bubblegum or tattoos, and whoever had occupied the warehouse appeared to have departed hastily, leaving behind three dozen medical-grade refrigerators, often used to chill Adrenochrome, and 6,000 grams of fentanyl, one of several synthetic opioids common in Adrenochrome formulations. They also found the decomposed remains of a man with a bullet in his head and whose identification and cell phone the killers had conveniently left at the scene. Spetznas knew him as Sergei Nicholas, a prolific Ukrainian drug trafficker with a penchant for peddling drugs to school kids. For reasons unknown, the cartel had apparently whacked its henchman.
The Special Forces-Spetznas team set explosive charges and destroyed the building.
Information on Nicholas’ phone led the team across the border into Hrubieszów, Poland, where they sought a man named Arek Ordyan and his wife, Tamara. These international Adrenochrome brokers masqueraded as itinerant civil rights activists while on hiatus from moving thousands of liters of refined Adrenochrome across Europe and into the United States. According to the FSB, the Ordyans were friends of Zelenskyy and the Radchenko Cartel’s most profitable salespeople.
Among their 13 homes in seven countries was a charming two-story house with trimmed front and rear lawns, manicured shrubbery, a vine trellis, a white picket fence, and four Kalashnikov-toting security guards walking the perimeter. The unit dealt with the guards and entered the home. They found the couple stoned out of their minds on Adrenochrome in an upstairs bedroom beside a pair of depleted infusion bags. The woman tried to speak, but her words came out slow and odd, incoherently, while Arek Ordyan displayed unnatural strength, lifting a 200-pound cement pedestal with one hand and hurling it at a Spetznas. If the pharmaceutical cocktail enhanced strength, it did not confer invulnerability to bullets. Rounds from the Spetznas’ AK-74s and Special Forces’ M4 carbines lit Arek up like a Christmas tree. He lay dead on a shag carpet saturated in blood. His wife wore an expressionless face, devoid of emotion. “It’s just a little candy,” she said. She then tried to parley, offering the unit sex for her freedom.
“You have something we want,” a Spetznas told her, “and it’s not your body.”
She glanced at her husband’s ventilated corpse. “He was just a meat sack anyway. You know the expression? I don’t even know when or where I am right now.”
“We will find out together,” the Spetznas said, and injected her with his own candy, Naxolone to counteract the Adrenochrome’s dizzying effects, and Polonium, a highly radioactive poison that can kill quickly in concentrated doses.
He showed her the syringe. “This will kill you fast. If you tell us what we need to know, and you are telling the truth, I will give you an antidote. Or you die here bleeding through every orifice,” the Spetznas said.
Real Raw News’ sources in Gen. Smith’s office and at the FSB have disputed nuances of the above interaction. FSB agent Andrei Zakharov said the U.S. Special Forcers leader opposed the poisoning, while Smith’s office said both leads agreed to poison “the bitch.”
Regardless, she talked, divulging the supposed whereabouts of Radchenko and his stockpile in Ukraine. When asked about the tens of thousands of missing and kidnapped children, she fell silent momentarily. Then she said that Rodchenko didn’t abduct children or siphon adrenochrome, that he only distributed the finished product after “others” had done the dirtiest work. The soldiers disbelieved her, but she had nothing to say except, “give me the cure!”
“Oh, there is no antidote,” she was told and was left to die.
“You know now how we do things in Russia,” the Spetznas told their American counterparts. “We do not bring the guilty to trial. It wastes time. She deserves much worse.”
Her information brought the unit back to Ukraine, where they split into two tactical teams. One penetrated the Deep State coven of Kyiv and put surveillance on Radchenko’s lavish townhouse in the wealthy Pecherskyi District, along the Dnipro River, a region magically unscathed after two years of alleged unremitting hostilities.
“We do not bomb civilians like your media says,” a Spetznas told his Special Forces associate. “We do like you. We attack only the Deep State.”
Meanwhile, the second team embarked on a lengthy trip to historic Lutsk in northwestern Ukraine, where five miles north of the city, they found an industrial park teeming with suspicious activity—8-man security teams patrolled a razor-wire fence and checked IDs of persons in vehicles wishing to pass through a single point of ingress. At least 50 cars and a dozen tractor-trailers were parked in a lot watched by surveillance cameras everywhere. A swerving gravel road outside the fence led to an uncontrolled airfield with a 5,000-foot paved runway, upon which sat an idling Antonov AN-140 turboprop. Men were loading medical coolers onto the plane. On either side of the runway, guards in technical vehicles—military jargon for a light improvised fighting vehicle, typically an open-backed civilian pickup truck or four-wheel drive vehicle, mounting a machine gun—watched the loaders and traffic entering and leaving the airstrip.
“Adrenochrome?” asked a Special Forces operator.
“Adrenochrome,” a Spetznas confirmed.
The unit, agent Zakharov told RRN, considered storming the airfield and industrial park but hesitated because they could not know whether kidnapped children were inside strapped to gurneys with needles and polyurethane tubes protruding from their necks.
“If even one child is there, they not want to risk it,” Zakharov said.
That evening, they singled out a worker, tailed him from the industrial park to his Lutsk apartment, and intercepted him at his doorstep. When a Special Forces soldier threatened to slice the man’s throat from ear to ear, he cowered and acquiesced to demands for information, saying, though, that the industrial park held no children, only 250,000 liters of refrigerated Adrenochrome and a paramilitary force large enough to wage a small war. He said if he didn’t report to work at 6:00 a.m. the following day, that force would investigate his absence.
“You tell me the truth about how many children are in there and we will let you live,” a Spetznas told him.
“No children. I swear,” the worker replied.
“If you lie, we’ll come for you. We’ll come for your family. If you have no family, then your friends. No one you know, not even your dog, if you have one, will be safe,” the Spetznas said.
“I swear,” the man repeated, “we have no children.”
The Spetznas sliced his throat from ear to ear and left him to bleed out.
Both teams notified Defense Minister Shoigu of their progress, and a decision was reached.
At 11:00 p.m. on October 10, an hour after the worker bled to death on his doorstep, Russian cruise missiles rained down on the Industrial Park and airfield, cratering the runway and razing the buildings until all that remained were piles of smoldering rubble and twisted steel.
As the missiles showered the park, the Kyiv team raided Radchenko’s villa, killing him, his mistress, two dozen armed guards, and, unfortunately, the 9-year-old boy Radchenko had been raping.
“The innocent sometime get caught in the fog of war. There’s no such thing as a perfect plan; it’s a myth,” our source in Gen. Smith’s office said. “This should put big dent in the Adrenochrome trade, but there’s so many kids unaccounted for still.”
“Defense Minister Sergei Shoigu calls the mission a big success,” Zakharov told RRN. “The Adrenochrome would’ve been exported to U.S. and Russia, to everywhere. The loss of young boy is tragic, but what life could he have after being repeatedly raped by that monster. He is with God now—the boy, not Radchenko. He is somewhere else.”
The team, sources said, is continuing the search for imprisoned children.
Alejandro O. Asharabed Trucido
+54911 5665 6060
Buenos Aires, November 09, 2023
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