Tehran Grocery Store: My Intelligence is Priced Clearly

Chapter 107 Take Action!

Tehran.

The smell of smoke in the secret meeting room grew stronger.

Aiharid stared at the picture Zhang Jian had sent on his phone screen, his breathing becoming increasingly rapid.

He suddenly stood up and connected his phone to the projector in the conference room.

The large screen flickered, and a drawing with densely packed data and coordinates appeared.

"Everyone, the intelligence has arrived."

Ahrid pointed at the screen.

"According to intelligence, the USS Ford escort group will reset its radar data link at 2:15 a.m. tomorrow night."

"The process lasted three minutes."

"During this period, their starboard air defense network will experience a seven-second reaction delay."

The voice just fell.

Dariush, dressed in a crisp military uniform, slammed his hand on the table.

"good!"

"This guy is amazing!"

"They even managed to get information about the timing of US troop rotations and radar reboots?"

Darius has been quite annoyed by the conservatives' antics these past few days and has been holding back his anger for a while.

He pointed to the coordinates on the screen.

"Buying this thing for 25 million is fucking worth it!"

"If you ask me, we should just use heavy warheads and sink it!"

"no."

Salihi, sitting next to him, retorted without hesitation.

As the commander of the Holy City Brigade, he was radical, but his mind was exceptionally clear.

"Sink the USS Ford? Don't we have enough trouble already?"

"The Americans may not want war, but if you sink their most advanced nuclear-powered aircraft carrier, Congress might really have to give Trump more power!"

Salish stood up, walked to the large screen, and drew a circle on the starboard side with his finger.

"As we said at the beginning, we need to hurt them, but not kill them."

"Use the Fateh-1 hypersonic missile."

"Replacing the warhead with a semi-armor-piercing high-explosive incendiary round and reducing the explosive charge by one-third is just right."

"If the missiles can land and burn a few of their F-35s parked there, that will be a resounding slap in the face."

How could Darius not know all this?

I just had a headache from all the noise these past few days, so I was just venting.

Even if he were to actually hit him, he would be afraid.

President Masood, who had remained silent, placed his hands on the table with his fingers tapping lightly.

"Three minutes..."

Masoud turned to look at the air defense expert beside him.

"Is this data link reset vulnerability real?"

The expert stepped forward, adjusted his glasses, and stared at the parameters for a full two minutes.

Then, he looked up, his voice filled with undisguised shock.

"Mr. President, it's theoretically entirely valid."

"After the Aegis system has been operating at full capacity for a period of time, it does require a very short restart and handover in order to clear redundant data."

Masoud nodded and made the final decision.

"Let's do it that way then."

"Salishi, you personally contact Yemen."

"Let the Houthis carry out this strike."

"Remember, the launch site must be concealed, and you must move immediately after firing. We must never give the Americans any leverage."

Salehi immediately pulled out an encrypted satellite phone.

"I'll arrange it right away."

Yemen, Sana'a.

An underground bunker deep in the mountains.

When Houthi senior commander Abdul received the call from Salehi, he was squatting on a rock, gnawing on a dry, hard flatbread.

After hearing the task requirements over the phone, he grinned.

"Fight the 'Ford'?"

"God above, this job is great!"

Abdul wiped the dandruff from his beard and loudly assured the person on the other end of the phone.

"Don't worry, General Salish."

"Who in the entire Middle East dares to say they have more experience in fighting ships than us?"

"As long as the coordinates and time are correct, I guarantee there won't be any problems!"

After hanging up the phone, Abdul stood up, dusted himself off, and walked out of the bunker.

"Someone, turn on the alarm!"

"Bring out the 'Fateh-1' from Jail No. 3!"

"Target: The Persian Gulf!"

The entire underground base instantly erupted in excitement.

"Boss, who are we going to get?"

Abdul grinned as he looked at his underlings in front of him.

"You'll find out then!"

soon.

Several heavy missile transport and launch vehicles roared out of the bunker.

Using the cover of the woods, they sped toward the designated launch site.

Early the next morning.

The waters along the edge of the Persian Gulf.

The night was as dark as ink, and the sea breeze howled.

The massive 100,000-ton nuclear-powered aircraft carrier USS Ford sails smoothly on the sea.

Two Arleigh Burke-class destroyers and one Ticonderoga-class cruiser were positioned in a triangular formation to protect the flank.

Inside the aircraft carrier's combat command center.

The radar screen was covered with a dense array of bright dots.

The officer on duty, holding a cup of coffee, yawned.

"Sir, it's almost time."

A radar operator turned to report to his superior.

"As planned, the data link will be reset at 2:15 PM to clear redundant cache."

The officer on duty glanced at his watch.

It's already 2:10.

"Is there anything unusual about the escort fleet?"

"No, everything is normal in the surrounding waters."

"What about Yemen and Iran?"

"Satellite monitoring shows that the area in Yemen is very quiet, with no signs of heat sources."

The officer on duty put down his coffee cup.

"Okay, let's proceed with the reset according to the procedure."

"Notify all ships to maintain a three-minute silence and switch to backup radar."

The order has been issued.

The main data link of the entire fleet's Aegis system was instantly cut off.

A brief period of static appeared on the radar screen.

It was just those brief three minutes.

For a large U.S. carrier strike group, a three-minute radar restart is not a big deal under normal circumstances.

But what they didn't know was that in the Yemeni mountains, more than a thousand kilometers away from them...

Three Fateh-1 hypersonic missiles have been launched.

The powerful thrust caused the ground to tremble slightly.

Abdul stared at the dot representing the missile on the radar screen. After it entered the preset trajectory, he slammed his fist on the control panel.

"Entering terminal guidance!"

"Prepare for a breakthrough!"

The speed of the three "Fateh-1" missiles suddenly soared to an astonishing Mach 15.

Atmospheric friction gives the warhead a dark red sheen.

On an Arleigh Burke-class destroyer on the starboard side of the USS Ford.

The radar operator in charge of the close-in weapon system suddenly noticed two unusual signal dots flashing at the edge of the screen.

The speed is ridiculously fast.

He paused for a moment, then quickly rubbed his eyes and leaned closer to the screen.

The signal point reappeared and was closing in at an alarming rate.

"Sir!"

The radar operator suddenly stood up, his voice instantly becoming shrill.

"Unidentified high-speed target spotted in the northeast direction!"