It is still to be determined whether he will be extradited. W ith flashing blue lights illuminating his rearview mirror, Colin Dixon pulled his car to the side of a deserted road. It was around six on the evening of Feb. A purposely nondescript, brown building tucked behind a car repair garage, the depot serves as a regional warehouse of sorts, where cash for the Bank of England is stored and disbursed.
Dixon, 52, was the manager. Now, driving home, he figured he was getting pulled over by an unmarked police car for a routine traffic stop.
A tall, athletic-looking man in a police uniform approached. Though it would turn out that the cop was no cop at all—the uniform was fake, the Kent police badge he flashed had been purchased on eBay, and the guy's face had been distorted with help from a professional makeup artist—Dixon was compliant. He got out of his Nissan sedan and was handcuffed and placed in the back of the other car.
Don't do anything silly and you won't get hurt. This is a nine-millimeter. Police examine the car of Securitas depot manager Colin Dixon, which was found abandoned by a pub. Dixon was blindfolded and transferred to a van, then taken to a remote farm in western Kent.
Meanwhile, two other fake cops drove to Dixon's home in the nearby town of Herne Bay, along with accomplices in a second van. Greeted at the door by Dixon's wife, Lynn, they explained that her husband had been in a serious traffic accident. They said that Lynn and the couple's young child needed to accompany them to the hospital. Outside the home, the Dixons were placed in the back of the second van and taken to the farm, where the Dixons were reunited.
At once relieved and terrified, they were bound and held at gunpoint. Colin Dixon was ordered to give the plotters information about the depot. A group of at least seven men then drove to the Securitas depot, Colin Dixon accompanying a phony police officer in a sedan and his family bound in the back of a large, white Renault truck.
By now it was after midnight on the morning of Feb. Surveillance video shows Dixon being buzzed into the depot with an officer beside him. Once inside, the fake cop overpowers the security guard and buzzes in the rest of the robbers wearing ski masks and armed with high-powered weapons, including an AK He proceeded to deactivate the security system and hand over the keys to the vault.
The Dixons and the staff were then bound and placed in metal cages normally used for storing cash. The truck can be seen backing up to a loading dock. The robbers clearly knew their way around the depot—where the doors were located and how they locked—and with good reason.
One member of the gang, Ermir Hysenaj, 28, an Albanian immigrant, was the classic inside man. It was later revealed that in the weeks before the robbery, he had come to work wearing a small video camera hidden in his belt buckle. For the next 40 minutes, the gang emptied the vault of its contents, wheeling metal carts filled with cash into the truck. If the caper didn't entail pyrotechnics worthy of, say, the current movie The Bank Job , it seemed to come off remarkably smoothly, at least from the robbers' perspective.
All their discipline and meticulous preparation had paid off. There were no surprises. No one was physically injured, much less ventilated with bullets.
No one had triggered the alarms. At around 3 a. As investigators worked to crack the case, they began to suspect that the ringleader was Lee Murray, and that he and his pal Lea Rusha were the impostors who had first abducted Colin Dixon. Murray was no stranger to London law enforcement. He spent time in a juvenile detention center as an adolescent and later was tried and acquitted in a serious road-rage incident.
Ironically, he'd also been questioned by police after a traffic stop in the area of the Securitas depot the summer before the robbery. But he was a prominent figure in pockets of the sports community as well, a fearsome British cage fighter who'd recently gone the distance against the great Brazilian champion Anderson Silva.
Murray lost a decision and was paid the equivalent of a few thousand dollars for that fight. Now, Kent police contended, he was a fugitive in Morocco, luxuriating poolside at a villa in an upscale part of Rabat.
Lightning Lee was now worth a small fortune in pounds sterling, they alleged, having just orchestrated the largest cash heist in history. L ee Murray came into the world in with his fists balled, and he never quite seemed to unclench them. The son of a British mother and a Moroccan father—his given name is Lee Lamrani Ibrahim Murray—he grew up poor in public housing in a rough-and-tumble section near London's East End.
His salvation, such as it was, came through fighting. It wasn't so much what he did as who he was. By his own reckoning, he was a veteran of hundreds of street fights, lining up his target, transferring his weight and then unloading punches that would seem to detonate on impact. After so many bare-knuckle brawls, he figured, not unreasonably, that he might as well get paid for his violence. He frequented boxing and kickboxing gyms, channeling some of his primal tendencies into mixed martial arts MMA , the increasingly popular sport that combines the striking of boxing and Muay Thai with the ground game of wrestling and jujitsu.
Murray recognized that while his stand-up fighting was exceptional, he was at a loss when a bout went to the ground. That is, he needed to improve his grappling and jujitsu, disciplines predicated less on brute strength and aggression than on technique and smarts.
So in the winter of he packed a duffle bag, flew to the U. Aspiring fighters came there from all over the world, making Miletich's gym to fighters what Florence was to Renaissance painters—though with bloodier canvasses. To this day, Miletich's so-called Battlebox represents athletic Darwinism at its most brutal. Under the open-door policy, anyone is welcome to come and spar against a stable of regulars, many of whom have fought in the UFC.
Self-styled tough guys show up every Monday. Those with the requisite skill and ruggedness stay. Murray was one of the few who stuck it out. All bone and fast-twitch muscle, Murray was built like a sprinter. He stood 6'3" but could cut weight and fight as light as pounds. One Miletich fighter likened the kid with the Cockney accent to a British greyhound. Murray crashed with other Miletich fighters before getting a room at a shopworn motel not far from the gym.
He wasn't averse to going out for a beer from time to time, but he'd come to America's heartland to train. When he wasn't in the gym, strip-mining Miletich for wrestling tips, he was lifting weights or going for runs under a big dome of Iowa sky.
At your height and weight and the way you hit, you could be a champion. Murray showed his inexperience and got caught in a submission hold called an arm bar. Having exhausted his budget, Murray returned to England. The only thing we can be certain of is that every car in that driveway is a car that Jon Jones does not need to be getting behind the wheel of. Light heavyweight contender Anthony Smith was asleep in his house at 4 a.
Smith got out of bed and found the man in his house, and a long struggle ensued. In fact, Smith was surprised at just how long and how well his intruder fought. He took every single one of them and kept fighting me. Fans and pundits were surprised Smith had such a difficult time with a seemingly random person. Only later did the information come out that his intruder, Luke Haberman, was previously a standout high school wrestler.
Luke Haberman, the man who invaded Anthony Smith's home, is reportedly a former standout high school wrestler from Nebraska. Also, the guy was a total looney toon. You will have to watch this to believe it. This is video for the suspect after he allegedly broke into another man's home before going to Smith's.
Smith describes what happened. After she told him, he continued to linger around her and soon demanded that she hand over her phone. He claimed to be armed and motioned to a gun-shaped object he was carrying, which Viana correctly realized was too soft to be a real firearm. She dropped him with two punches and a kick and then held him in a rear-naked choke position until the cops arrived.
The environmentally conscious among you will be hoping that the straw he subsequently drank his food with was of the reusable metal variety. Someone just broke into my house, stole all my housemates stuff, trashed the whole place, stole clothes and shoes from me Wtf man.
They also kicked our cat and smashed his rib cage and it has pushed his intestines up into his chest cavity. Sadly, her cat Dwight had to be put down. Martinez told ESPN that Pena "under no circumstances committed a robbery" and the entire situation is "much ado about nothing," adding that Pena is "innocent until proven guilty" and he does not believe any parties involved want to see Pena in jail.
He said Pena has been open on social media about mental health issues and is in the process of getting assistance. They get hit in the head. We don't know what the long-term effects are. Transporting inmates takes longer than usual because of coronavirus-related delays, he said.
UFC executive vice president and chief business officer Hunter Campbell told ESPN on Saturday that the promotion is looking into the situation and will not book Pena into a fight until it gets more information. Campbell said the UFC has been aware that Pena has been dealing with mental health and substance issues. Skip to main content Skip to navigation. UFC fighter Pena charged with robbery, battery.
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