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Sheriff Mustafa Koca, who has been working at Tirebolu Courthouse for 7 years, obtained a loan on behalf of RB, which was assigned to disabled staff. Mustafa Koca, who did not pay the debt despite its due date, did not return RB’s credit card. RB explained the situation to the prosecutor Yunus Emre Ersoy on duty at the court. Following RB’s complaint, Ersoy launched an investigation. The police went to the home of Sheriff Mustafa Koca, who was on leave at the time, to summon him to testify. Very angry about the situation, he took his gun and went to court. The prosecutor shot Ersoy. The bullet first broke the prosecutor’s wrist watch. The prosecutor described that moment as “I realized that I was shot when blood spurted from my wrist.” When the editor-in-chief, who heard the voices at the time, entered the room, the attacker panicked and Ersoy began to run with blood on his wrist. Mustafa Koca was chasing him when he left the courthouse. Meanwhile, the court police, who were waiting for the guard at the front door, ran to the floor where the shots came from. But when the prosecutor and the bailiff went to the protocol exit in the other direction, they did not meet.
I STOP THE CAR AND RUN
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After leaving the courthouse, the injured prosecutor stopped a passing vehicle.
He said “I’m a prosecutor, they are going to kill me” and got into the vehicle and they took him to the hospital. Mustafa Koca, who was looking for him on the street, was captured by the police. Saying “I have psychological problems”, Koca was arrested. The investigation is ongoing.
‘I HAVE A WEAPON AT MY HEAD’
Prosecutor Ersoy explained his experiences in his statement as a ‘victim-whistleblower’ as follows:
“While I was sitting in my room in the afternoon, my door opened without knocking, Mustafa Koca entered. I asked him why he didn’t knock on the door. He said, ‘I stole, I stole, don’t worry. He pointed the gun at my head. He cursed, saying ‘pass me, I’ll kill you’. I said ‘Mustafa, what are you doing?’ I tried to calm him down. He came over to me and started hitting my face and head with the pistol grip. I put my hands to my head to protect myself. He kept hitting me. He sat back in my chair. “Cross me!” Was screaming. My hands were on my head because I thought I was going to shoot, I tried to protect my head. He shot me. ”
“When the blood comes out of my ankle …”
When blood spurted from my wrist, I realized that I was shot. Meanwhile, Headmistress H. lady came in screaming and started screaming. I couldn’t escape because I thought I might shoot behind me. Taking advantage of Principal H.’s opportunity to open the door, I hurried out of my room with blood flowing from my ankle and ran for the stairs. I went down twice. I reached the exit door of the court. When I looked back while running, I saw Mustafa following me. More scared, I started running towards the mosque next to the courthouse. “
“BEV SAVCI, THEY WILL KILL ME”
“I thought about entering the mosque. But I started running from the side street to the gas station so he could squeeze me and kill myself there. At that moment a vehicle was coming. I jumped in front of him and stopped. I said: ‘I’m the prosecutor, I got injured, they are going to kill me, please take me to the hospital.’ They took me in the car. The woman in the back put a tampon on my wrist, they took me to the hospital. If I hadn’t been able to escape, it certainly would have killed me. “
RENTED
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Sheriff Mustafa Koca, who claimed to have a psychological illness, described the incident as follows:
RB is my close friend. He took credit for me. I have a total debt of 10,000 lire. I pay 250 TL per month. I was offended by the arrival of the police at the door for such an incident. I put my gun on my waist. I left the house to say goodbye to my wife and kill myself. After I went to the police station and gave a statement, I was going to wear it on my head. Then a script came to mind. The prosecutor is my administrative supervisor. I thought I would go up to him and tell him about the situation and press my head next to him. I scanned my personnel card and entered the courthouse. I went straight to his room. I pulled the gun from my waist. I wanted the clerk to leave. The prosecutor was near the weapon. As he lowered the weapon to carry it to the other side, the hilt reached his eye. I was surprised when he rubbed on me. He was trying to show the prosecutor where he would sit. He took the gun in my hand, caught between me and the gun. The gun exploded in the fight. The police team surrendered without resistance. He had no intention of shooting the prosecutor. “
