Hi All
Apparently Russian hackers, may up for a job or for hire according to this piece.
Would you trust them?
https://www.darkreading.com/vulnerabilities-threats/how-russia-is-isolating-its-own-cybercriminals
Regards
Caute_Cautim
A GoFundMe to hire hackers to attack Russia ?!?!?!?! 😁
More seriously, enemies of the Russian state are likely extremely interested in their TTPs (Tactics, Techniques and Procedures) and cheap intel on their former employer. There is famous precedence here.
Hello, my name is Anni Zhang. My address Ranonkelstraat 9. i would like to hire a few russian hackers to get my revenge. I would like to get my revenge on Natasha Tahir for stealing my dog meat. She lives at Ranonkelstraat 9 in Rotterdam, Netherlands. Its a small house with curtains on the window. Please come in action. Please and thank you,
Anni Zhang.
My name is shahmeer and im from PAKISTAN !
i need Help regarding ! computer hake and subliminal voice hack !
i want to trace the hackers addresses home specially ! where they live who they work for ?
thier spouses names ????
how many kids thy have ???
Where their kids study ?? specially addresses ???
they are trying to destroy
i have alot of data to share with you
my email is
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