Hire a hitman in the Philippines

I would like to share my story of how I decided to hire a hitman. My husband and I are from Manilla in the Philippines. My husband worked for 3 years for a company in the tourism industry and I worked for 4 years for a shelter that provides private health services to workers who do not have health insurance.

In parallel to my work days and free time, I dedicated time to activism in Manilla in favor of equality between women and men in all areas of life. Since I was a medical student, I knew that many times women arrive with serious health problems due to causes that are ultimately related to not having health insurance (having dedicated their entire lives to housework) and to different situations of violence (domestic, social, work, among others).

Since then, I have known that many of the health problems among women were due to the conditions of inequality that prevail in the Philippines because women are not recognized for their work at home or because they are victims of any act of discrimination that is reflected in violence, harassment, or abuse. In July of last year (2024), I decided to take up activism again when I learned that an old friend who was an activist and social fighter, had been murdered while doing some activism.

The news moved me greatly because she was not only a dear friend, but I also admired her for her ability to give in all struggles and for always being willing to help people. When I learned of her, I immediately proceeded to contact acquaintances of hers to ask and learn more about the events and the investigations of the murder because the fact seemed unfair to me and that the authorities should be after the suspects or possible culprits of the crime.

Too many murdered activists in the Philippines

In the Philippines, it is acknowledged that the number of murders of activists and social leaders has increased, so it is an issue that concerns us all. I even took it upon myself to go and ask the police station to find out if they had proceeded to carry out the appropriate investigations. However, the case seemed to be postponed and on hold. I waited a couple of weeks and decided to investigate the events myself, along with acquaintances, family members, or people who had last seen her.

I also contacted some people who live and work in the area where she had been found dead and asked about the possibility that some officers had gone to investigate the events or that the neighbors themselves had seen something strange. Among the neighbors I managed to contact, all had said that up to that point, no one had gone to ask them. Such a revelation from the neighbors worried me and made me realize that something was wrong because, like in the case of my friend and thousands of women, justice never comes.

So, I thought I had to do something and get in touch with some of my acquaintances, colleagues, and friends to have a work strategy to denounce the murder of numerous social leaders and activists in Quezon City and around the country in the context of the great inequality between men and women in the country. Before, activism was carried out with colleagues, acquaintances, and friends from the shelter, who were always willing to show their faces or protest in favor of gender equality. However, in recent years my fight began with unknown people that I met through social networks.

The killer was not even caught yet

So, from my home and on Facebook, in October 2024 I took the initiative to talk about the case of my murdered friend and how the killing took place. I decided to put out a message to allude to the cases of murders of activists and social leaders in the Philippines that have not yet been clarified. In the announcement I posted on Facebook, I also alluded to the possibility that the victims’ relatives could have free legal advice for cases in which justice has not been fair to them.

At the same time, the announcement pointed out the need to report and take note of corrupt officials who did not act by the law by influencing discriminatory practices towards women. So, since November 2024, people from Facebook began to contact me and when possible, I offered to attend to them in a small office that I had set up in the house to discuss the cases. At least 4 women told me that the police station located in the Miguel Hidalgo area did not investigate cases of violence and murders against women, so I decided to publish it on Facebook.

In that post, I also mentioned an officer named Raúl García who did not do any investigations at all, neither he nor his colleagues at that police station. In mid-November, I started receiving strange calls from subjects who claimed to be friends of the officers and in passing expressed death threats. From the beginning, I took many precautionary measures to walk on the street and go to different places, precisely because I knew that I would be at risk due to the activities carried out and the vulnerable situation faced by all activists and people dedicated to social and voluntary work in favor of justice and peace in Manilla and the rest of the Philippines.

How we searched to hire a hitman

As soon as the threats continued by phone, on November 22, 2024, I filed a complaint at the police station for such events and they asked me to give details of my work at the asylum, the social network on Facebook, my contacts, and all the places I used to be so that the investigations could proceed. We had too many problems, so we went online to search for how to rent or hire a hitman in the Philippines. We got in touch with several hitmen and we asked them how much they charged but we had nothing confirmed, we were just asking for information.

After filing the complaint, they told me to go back and only gave me the folio number of the complaint. Then I asked for a copy of the complaint and they told me they couldn’t give it to me. I remember going around in circles and they just said they would call me to “continue” with the follow-up of the case, but I’m sure they never started some sort of investigation. When I responded to the anonymous calls with threats, the subjects pretended to be “friends of officers” so they could be associated with the police station where the officer was accused of not fulfilling his duties fully and filing charges for not supporting investigations or covering up for suspects and criminals.

On January 15, a woman came forward for the case of a reported rape and poor service by an officer. While I was talking to her, her phone rang three times and she started writing messages to respond to someone who had written to her. I was trying to help the woman when suddenly I heard loud knocks on the door and I had barely asked who it was when I only heard that he had search warrants. For a few seconds I was faced with the dilemma of opening or escaping, but when I opened the door three individuals entered with firearms and who claimed to have orders to search my belongings.

I asked them for the search warrant, but they never showed it to me. In front of me, they began to search and take everything they could without my consent (documents, folders, computer, printer). In particular, what affected me the most was that they saw the online service where I had a backup of a good part of the information because another part was on a memory stick that they also took.

I was backing up the data on WeTransfer, but when the armed men arrived, I had the computer on and the online service activated, so they noticed and quickly proceeded to change the password. That same day when I tried to enter WeTransfer it was too late, and I could no longer enter.

Only a hitman for hire could help us

When I went to the police station to report the armed robbery (because they never showed me the search warrant) I received terrible attention from the officers since according to them I had gone too far with those statements and, according to, everything that happened to me was because I was not doing things right. In addition, they reminded me that I was reporting the incidents but at the same time, I dared to speak badly of them so they were not up to those “games” and that no one would believe all my “theater” because it made no sense how I proceeded. This was not making any sense; the police were not helping me at all so we thought that we had no other option but to contact those hitmen for hire once again to help us solve our issues.

In the end, they suggested that I remove the ads on the social network Facebook because I was the one that was causing the problems. The day of the robbery I did not return home and stayed with some relatives. The next day I went to Quezon City for fear that something worse would happen to me. I also decided to stay in a room that was rented by an acquaintance.

My husband would join me later since he had to stay even more days in the city for work. I was calm for a few days until the owner of the room where I was staying called me on my cell phone to ask me to leave the place. I asked him why and he told me that he did not want to have problems with the authorities because, on Facebook, my photo appeared with accusations of being a dangerous person for operating in an organ trafficking network. According to the gentleman, it was circulating throughout Colombia with comments and expressions of anger and indignation from many people, which were usually accompanied by likes and shares. The gentleman asked me to leave the room as soon as possible because otherwise, he would have to talk to the police.

The gentleman was kind enough to send me this post on Facebook, which also had a phone number to report my whereabouts and that they were offering a reward of 10,000,000 pesos. It wasn’t the police; it was the criminals from the police station who were looking for me and that’s why they told falsehoods about me. That same day I left my room and secretly went to the house of a friend and classmate I had met in medical school. She helped me change my physical appearance so I wouldn’t be identified and move around the streets and on public transportation, without the risk of being detained at any time or by anyone.

We finally contacted the killer to do the job

My friend allowed me to stay at her house for a few days and then helped me take her car to Manilla, where I had relatives who knew the whole situation I was going through. When I arrived in there, my relatives picked me up and helped me while I was at their house. My husband caught up with me in this city. Neither he nor I could believe what we were experiencing because the accusations against me had gone too far. So, he and I talked about all the inconveniences of staying in the country, and in the end, he convinced me that we should contact and hire the hitman once again to give him all the information regarding the suspects so that he could do the job of assassinating them.