Tehran Grocery Store: My Intelligence is Priced Clearly

Zhang Jian continued scrolling down and finally saw the official response from the United States.

The White House press briefing room.

Little Trump, dressed in his signature navy blue suit and red tie, strode confidently onto the podium.

The reporters below were snapping away with their flashes.

Xiao Te placed his hands on the podium, his chin slightly raised, looking confident and composed.

"Ladies and gentlemen."

"There are many false rumors circulating about what happened in the Persian Gulf last night."

"First, I must clarify one point."

Little Te stretched out a finger and waved it in the air.

"The Houthi rebels did launch missiles. But they did not hit our USS Ford."

"The USS Ford's air defense system is the most advanced in the world; all those missiles were shot down in mid-air."

A reporter asked a question loudly from below.

"Mr. President, what's causing the fire and thick smoke on the aircraft carrier?"

Satellite photos show that the deck was severely damaged!

Little Te remained completely calm, even revealing a hint of helpless smile.

"This is a regrettable internal accident."

"According to preliminary investigations, the fire originated in the living quarters on the starboard side of the aircraft carrier."

"Specifically, a large dryer in the laundry room experienced a serious short circuit."

"Nobody knows more about dryers than me. The sailors have too many uniforms, and it's running beyond its capacity."

"The fire ignited some flammable materials on the deck, which is why you see what you're seeing."

"The fire has been extinguished. The USS Ford will proceed to the nearest Bahrain base for routine maintenance and to check the condition of the fire site to see if it needs to return to the mainland for repairs."

"If not necessary, the USS Ford will soon return to service; the Persian Gulf needs it."

The video ends here.

Zhang Jian sat on the bed, stunned for a full three seconds.

Then a burst of laughter erupted.

"That's really stubborn!"

"The dryer short-circuited? How could he even think of that!"

An aircraft carrier worth over 10 billion yuan had its deck burned through by a dryer?

If I said that, who in the world with a brain would believe me?

But Americans clearly don't care whether others believe it or not; they just need a way to save face.

Zhang Jian shook his head and threw his phone on the pillow.

No matter how the Americans try to cover it up, they're destined to suffer this loss in silence.

Just then, the phone that had been tossed on the counter suddenly vibrated.

Seeing that familiar name, he immediately pressed speakerphone.

"General, you're looking for me so early in the morning. Are you trying to show off your victory?"

Zhang Jian spoke in a relaxed tone.

On the other end of the phone, Aiharid's voice still carried an barely suppressed excitement.

"Haha, Zhang, you've seen the news?"

He said with a smile.

"That's one factor."

"I'm calling mainly to let you know that we have completed all the procedures for the transfer of your domestic assets."

"I have sent the electronic receipts and equity change confirmations from those three companies to your email address."

"You're quite efficient."

Zhang Jian smiled with satisfaction.

With these industrial companies backing me up, my cash flow will be much easier in the future.

"Now that the payment and goods are settled, our cooperation can be considered a successful conclusion."

"If there is any other need, General, please contact me directly."

Zhang Jian was about to hang up the phone.

"etc!"

Ahrid quickly called out to him.

"Is there anything else?"

Ahrid paused for two seconds, lowering his voice slightly.

"The US is going to send the USS Ford to the Bahrain base; clearly, they want to downplay this and gloss over it."

"His Excellency the President and General Salehi felt that the fire was not burning bright enough."

"Since the Americans say the fire started in the laundry room, let's give them another hand!"

Ahrid took a deep breath.

"Zhang, what you have in your hand..."

"Do you have any security intelligence regarding the US military bases in Bahrain?"

Zhang Jian became somewhat interested.

"General, are you getting addicted to fighting?"

He shifted into a more comfortable position against the headboard and made a sarcastic remark while holding his phone.

He then pinched his chin and spoke.

"Bahrain base, if I remember correctly, didn't you guys drop missiles there before?"

"The exact coordinates of that place shouldn't be a secret, right? Why would they need to pay me for information?"

"Of course we have the coordinates."

Aiharid sighed.

"But it is, after all, a large-scale comprehensive military base."

"We only attacked the outer runway and some unimportant ancillary facilities before."

"This time is different."

"What we need are absolutely precise internal structural diagrams!"

"At a minimum, it must include the specific locations of the air defense radar arrays, the deployment nodes of the Patriot missile launch batteries, and most importantly..."

Aiharid paused for a moment, then lowered his voice again.

"We want the precise coordinates of the Bahrain base's ammunition depot."

Zhang Jian did not reply immediately.

My mind raced, rapidly reviewing the recent battle situation.

Recently, the frequency of US bombing raids around Tehran has indeed changed significantly.

In the first few days, more than a thousand Tomahawk bombs and various guided bombs were dropped every day.

They seemed determined to plow the entire Iranian continent to pieces.

But in the last two days, the number has dropped sharply.

According to reports, the total number of missiles dropped by the US-Israeli coalition was only slightly over two hundred.

This visible reduction in firepower is definitely not because they are being merciful and want to let Iran off the hook.

There is only one possibility.

Their ammunition reserves in the Middle East are running low.

Modern warfare is all about logistics and production capacity.

The US has deindustrialized so much that its shipyards can't even build an aircraft carrier properly, let alone those high-tech guided weapons.

Production capacity simply cannot keep up with the rate of consumption at the front lines.

To maintain a high intensity of bombing, they could only draw resources from other theaters of war or utilize their domestic strategic reserves.

This will all take time.

Bahrain base serves as the home port of the U.S. Fifth Fleet and is also one of the largest U.S. military logistics hubs in the Middle East.

The underground ammunition depots there are absolutely the most important lifeline for the US in the Middle East right now.

If this ammunition depot were to be destroyed...

The US airstrikes in the Middle East will at least paralyze a large portion of the country's operations.

This will not only greatly alleviate the air defense pressure within Iran, but also put the United States in a completely passive position.

This deal is profitable for Iran.

"General, you have quite an appetite," Zhang Jian said with a smile.

"Is it possible to get it?"

Ahrid pressed for an answer.

"It's definitely possible."

"but……"

"A full map of the Bahrain base isn't cheap."

"General, are you sure you want it?"