Terrorgruppe schtzenknig

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Black day for station supervisor Volkmar Hönsch (28) from Rathenow
First he ran out of money while drinking beer
He borrowed his friend Frank S.'s (30) Opel Askona to get supplies
To be picked up
But he drove the car (not yet paid off) in a lively mood on
Puschkinstrasse
Head-on in front of a lamp post - total loss!
He ran home as if in a trance
/>Meanwhile, the police towed the car away
Hönsch saw it out the window, went crazy,
opened his gun cabinet -
He is the senior marksman of the rifle guild e.V 1830 Rathenow
A guildmate: If the danebenschießt, wanted is es so
Hönsch went to the station with a rifle (caliber 7.65),
Blasted into the illuminated window
The bullet hit the wall a hair's breadth above the heads of two police officers
/>At 3:30 a.m. they got him out of bed,
Took his weapons collection

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