A1 WHO DARES WINS My Work, Shrewsbury (2021–2023) My Life, My Deaths, Their Plans Failed

A1 WHO DARES WINS

My Work, Shrewsbury (2021–2023)

My Life, My Deaths, Their Plans Failed

Introduction

This account follows directly on from the Death Flat years at Eyton View, connecting the covert removal attempts I faced there with what unfolded in Shrewsbury. The years 2021 to 2023 were not simply about holding down work—they were about surviving assassination attempts, organized crime collusion, and mental health targeting while trying to live a normal life.

Linked with earlier blogs (Death Flat 2017–2024, One Tactical Drive – Shrewsbury 2016, Thailand 2016), this is part of the long chain of survival stories that together make up My Life, My Deaths, Their Plans Failed.

4AM: The Attempted Assassination

It was March 2021 in Dothill, Telford. By then I had been in the Death Flat for nearly four years, still managing my covert removal attempts.

At around 4am I left the flat to get milk and bread. At the traffic lights between Hadley and Trench Lock, a professional operative was on my tail—driving aggressively, right up behind me, forcing me toward the service station. At that moment, a West Mercia Police car drove past on my exit. That was the only thing that stopped me being assassinated on the spot.

When I returned home, seconds after locking the door, my key was pushed out of the lock from the other side and the door was opened. I tested that theory extensively—I didn’t change the locks for 18 months.

London: Suicide, Surveillance, and the Redwood Centre

I then headed to London, planning to contact police and counter-terrorism officers, linking back to my 3rd SAS connection from the 2013 Heathrow airport incident. Instead, I was driven to despair—walking for days, 70–100 miles across London, until I tried to throw myself in front of a bus. It stopped just inches from my face.

Soon after, police tasered me. In a North London hospital, while still with taser wires in my chest, I had a doctor asking whether I had problems with the Chinese mafia. Another doctor leaned over me, tugging at the wire near my chest as if implanting a tracking chip. Predatory, smiling, and unprofessional—the whole thing stank of covert abuse.

I was then transferred to Redwoods Centre, Shrewsbury, where I documented how mental health services were fully complicit: fabricating reports, accusing me of driving around London with a bomb, and attempting once again to criminalise me through false records.

Thai Food, Thai D, and Shrewsbury Eats

Inside Redwoods I ordered Thai food—an ordinary act that sparked a new path. By June 2021 I left the centre, approached Thai D, and began delivery work. Later I joined Shrewsbury Eats, which I loved.

But infiltration followed me there too. A colleague, Dave Assadi, became a focal point after being linked in a documentary interview by Tommy Robinson concerning grooming gangs. I warned him to disclose this to management—he refused—so I raised it myself. He was removed, but from that moment the targeting escalated.

The Mental Health Targeting at Work

By November 2022 the mental health system and organized crime groups were fully mobilised against me:

• Hundreds of criminals, both national and international, were feeding into attempts to discredit or remove me.
• I was targeted by Thai mafia, Chinese triads, South/Central Americans, Italians, Romanians, Turks, Africans, UK county lines, and more.
• Restaurants and agencies became involved, feeding from earlier networks in Barmouth, Gwynedd.

The strategy was always the same: bait me, break me, and have me sectioned back into Redwoods.

The Barmouth Connection

The smear campaigns ran deep. I was baited through false accusations of being a paedophile—an old tactic from Barmouth, Gwynedd, where two brothers (Lee and Paul) had orchestrated years of psychological targeting. They had cousins in Shrewsbury, linking the networks directly.

This mirrored my earlier survival in 2016 (One Tactical Drive) and 2016 Thailand blog, proving that the roots of this campaign were long and interconnected.

Living Under Death Threats at Work

At Shrewsbury Eats, I managed my survival on every delivery. Comments from certain restaurants included, “someone is going to die tonight”—a clear reference to me. I endured this daily while continuing to work.

Eventually I had to walk away. My own boss once said over the phone, “If Liane thinks you’re a paedophile and wants to set you on fire…”—a shocking statement, but one I knew was recorded by government services. It summed up the level of corruption I was facing.

Laser Pens, Redwoods, and the Wider Timeline

November 6th, 2013—red laser pens on my window linked to my entry into Hergest Hospital. December 2013—SAS-linked cyanide poisoning attempt.

Fast forward: November 2022 to March 2023, laser pens on my delivery routes, my home, my vehicle. The same patterns repeating, linking across my blogs: Death Flat, My Home, Thailand 2016, Kenya 2015, Colwyn Bay, Barmouth.

From Gwynedd to Shrewsbury, Telford to London, Cairo to Thailand—the thread of organized crime and state collusion ran continuously.

Conclusion

Bows brother Boo in Shrewsbury also yeah Abbey Forgate standing there as a drove  past Shrewsbury. Shawbirch Service station after my work the same Blue hand towel at Bows home on the floor by the fence Service station , fancy that LOL . @  we don't involve ourselves in other peoples business. You see i did not lie to the Thais , Barmouth did .

I told them why i separated from those lot Barmouth but they chose to involve themselves and i kept them out of it until the mental health SAS 3rd Link but i started on The mental health as soon as i walked through the doors practically 2012 after June. 

Shrewsbury was supposed to be about work, stability, and rebuilding. Instead, it became another battlefield. My every delivery was a calculated risk, every route another assassination attempt managed and survived.

The same organized crime and mental health networks that drove me into the Death Flat also drove me out of Shrewsbury Eats. Their plans failed—but the cost was high: my health, my work, and my Museum of Treasure business.

The fight continues. This is one chapter of many—interconnected, relentless, and undeniable.

I am Robert Bailey, also known as Mr39-7.

X6. GOV PLUS ME IS 7 ARIGHT mr 39 Mathimatical formula my age at 39 Rob Bailey this is an insane coincidence and i did not plan this i had no clue okay trust I was doing Algebra i. the gargae Talybont watching my fish tank and wanted to created a formula for my name so guess what you wont believe this okay 

39 S19 -A1- S19 = SEE BEGINNING LOL (SAS ) I had no clue i was far to busy to even realise for years yeah trust. 2013 39 YEARS OLD. 

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