Tehran Grocery Store: My Intelligence is Priced Clearly

Zhang Jian took a slip of paper out of his pocket and pushed it in front of Aiharid.

"This is my account in China."

Zhang Jian tapped on the table.

"Let me emphasize again, this money absolutely cannot come from your General Staff's account."

"Find a reliable private channel and transfer the money in batches."

Aiharid glanced at the number on the note and tucked it into his inner pocket.

"Don't worry, I'll pay for this myself, and it won't bother anyone."

"At the latest by tomorrow afternoon, the full $500,000 will be in this account."

"readily."

Zhang Jian leaned back on the sofa, and with a thought, deducted $150,000 from the system panel.

[Ding! Redemption successful!]

[Target's identity: Fareed Akbari. Deputy Chief of Operations, General Staff. CIA codename: Watchman.]

A large amount of detailed information instantly flooded into my mind.

This includes the person's life story, the process of being recruited, and the details of each intelligence transmission.

Zhang Jian took a few seconds to process this, then looked up at Aiharid opposite him.

"The mole is... Fareed Akbari."

The moment the name was uttered, the room fell into an instant silence.

Aiharid's face visibly flushed red, and he slammed his hand on the armrest, standing up from the sofa.

"Nonsense!"

"Mr. Zhang, I paid half a million US dollars not to listen to such a clumsy joke!"

Zhang Jian sat still, without even changing his posture.

"I personally promoted Faried!"

Aiharid pointed at Zhang Jian, his voice filled with anger.

"He followed me for fifteen years!"

"His brother died on the battlefield, and his whole family hates Americans to the core!"

"And now you're telling me he's a CIA mole? That's absolutely impossible!"

"Brigadier General, please calm down."

Zhang Jian remained calm.

"Information trading requires evidence."

"Now that I've taken your money, I'll make sure you're convinced of my worth."

Aiharid's chest heaved violently as he stared intently at Zhang Jian.

Zhang Jian leaned forward.

Let me start with what I know.

"If my information is correct, he should have transferred from the Basij militia to the Revolutionary Guard in 2009."

"His resume is spotless, and I personally reviewed his family background!"

Ahrid's eyes were bloodshot.

"Yes, but he spent eight months in Ankara, Türkiye in 2007."

Zhang Jian continued the conversation.

"The official records state that he was visiting relatives, but in reality, he was contacted and recruited by the CIA's Istanbul station during those eight months."

"The person who recruited him was Matthew Brennan, who was the CIA's deputy operations director in Turkey at the time."

Aiharid opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a word.

Zhang Jian continued reading.

"In 2012, a week before Professor Mohsen was assassinated in eastern Tehran, Farid Akbari handled an internal memo regarding security mobilization at nuclear facilities."

"The memorandum was circulated to only seven people, and he was one of them."

"I've looked into this!"

Ahrid interrupted him again.

"An internal investigation was conducted at the time, and that copy never left the safe; there were no unusual records of entry and exit from the archives!"

"Because he never takes the documents out."

Zhang Jian stretched out his finger and gestured in the air.

"His method of transmission was microfilm, hidden in the spine of the Quran he brought with him every Friday when he went to the mosque for prayer."

"The contact person was a Turkish spice merchant in the Grand Bazaar of Tehran."

"The shop is called the Flower of Istanbul, and the handover takes place every Friday afternoon between 2 pm and 3 pm."

"This window of opportunity lasted for six years."

Akhalid's breathing became rapid.

He clearly still harbored a sliver of hope regarding these details.

"But he can't possibly get Professor Mohsen's travel itinerary, can he? That's impossible!"

"No, no, no."

Zhang Jian didn't let him finish speaking.

"He had absolutely no need to keep tracking Professor Mohsen's movements."

"Three days before the incident, Farid Akbari took half a day off under the pretext of visiting his mother."

His mother lives in Isfahan.

"But at 2:17 p.m. that day, his car appeared in the underground parking garage of an apartment building on Shahrak Street in western Tehran."

"On the fourth floor of that apartment building lives Abbas's mistress, who is also the deputy head of your logistics department. If I remember correctly, Professor Mohsen's itinerary and security are handled by Director Abbas, right?"

"Farid Akbari and Abbas are from the same hometown and have a very close relationship."

"That afternoon he went to Abbas for tea and they talked for an hour and a half."

"Abbas is a gossip, you should know that."

"After a few cups of tea, Farid Akbari got all the information he should and shouldn't have said out of me."

Aiharid was completely stunned.

He wanted to refuse, but all of this seemed to make sense.

Moreover, Zhang Jian's description was extremely detailed.

At every point in time, he clearly explained who he met!

Could it be that there are Chinese spies within the General Staff?

He couldn't help but shiver.

"Still don't believe me?"

Zhang Jian pursed his lips.

"Then tell me about something nearby."

"During the Twelve-Day War, your deputy commander was killed instantly in a car bomb attack."

"The Brigadier General shouldn't have forgotten about this, should he?"

"Ahlid replied through gritted teeth."

"That was a major oversight by the field security department!"

"The people responsible for checking the route did not find any pre-planted explosives."

"Moreover, Farid wasn't even in Tehran on the day of the incident; he was inspecting the Southern Military District!"

"He is not in Tehran."

Zhang Jian nodded.

"But the day before he left, as the deputy director of the operations department, he personally approved the security route map."

"Not only that, he also used the excuse that the Southern Military Region needed to deploy elite troops for the exercise to transfer away the two armored off-road vehicles that were originally responsible for leading the way."

Aiharid paused for a moment.

"You think that's a coincidence?"

Zhang Jian chuckled softly.

"The CIA agents took advantage of the blind spot left by the missing vehicle and parked the car full of explosives on the only road ahead of time, ten minutes in advance."

"Farid sent out that roadmap through a dead mailbox in southern Tehran on the very night it was approved."

Ahrid's breathing became more rapid.

Zhang Jian gave him no chance to catch his breath and continued to drop bombshells.

"Let's talk about last month."

"The coordinates of your underground missile base in the Qum Mountains have been leaked and are being monitored by US drones."

"The General Staff's conclusion is that the U.S. military has activated a new synthetic aperture radar satellite, right?"

"Isn't that right?"

Aiharid's rebuttal was not as loud as before.

"The Qom base is under extremely high secrecy; apart from the Supreme Command Council, no one knows its exact location!"

"satellite?"

Zhang Jian smiled faintly.

"The Qom base is buried 60 meters underground, and it's all granite on top. You can't see through it, not even with X-ray vision, let alone radar satellites."

"That belongs to Farid."

Zhang Jian stared into Aiharid's eyes.

"At the beginning of last month, the base carried out a routine ventilation system upgrade."

"Fareed used his position to break up the base's 3D architectural drawings and mix them into a list of obsolete logistical supplies."

"The CIA informant was in the junkyard, piecing together those blueprints and pinpointing the location of the base's eight main ventilation shafts."

Aiharid opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

His mind was in complete chaos.

Fareed's name was indeed on the signature sheet for that batch of scrapped materials.

Farid had complained to him about how slow the logistics department was, leaving him, the deputy head of operations, to clean up their mess.

"There are many more, but I won't list them all."

Zhang Jian leaned back on the sofa.

"By the way, he has three anonymous accounts in Swiss banks with a total of over twelve million US dollars."

"He has an illegitimate child who is currently attending a private high school in Los Angeles and lives in a villa in Beverly Hills."

"If you have the energy, you can investigate."

Aiharid's legs went weak, and he collapsed onto the sofa.

His most trusted confidant turned out to be the deepest thorn in his side.

fifteen years.

Fifteen years!

Fareed would sit outside his office every day, handling the General Staff's most core secrets, and then turn around and sell them to the Americans.

This is not just betrayal, it's utterly disregarding the security of the entire nation!

A long silence fell over the room.

Shahra stood by the window, her hand still on her holster, but her expression as she looked at Zhang Jian had completely changed.

Who exactly is this Chinese man who runs a grocery store?

They even managed to get their hands on top-secret information of this level, and the details were so precise it was outrageous!

A full five minutes passed.

It took Aiharid a while to recover from the extreme shock and dejection.

He rubbed his cheeks vigorously, and his once straight back hunched over, making him look as if he had aged ten years in an instant.

"Alright."

Zhang Jian patted the armrest.

"You'll have to process this on your own."

"Cleansing up your own house is an internal matter for you, I won't get involved."

He paused, then changed the subject.

"Let's get down to business."

"You didn't risk all this to come see me just to give me money, did you?"

"What information did you originally intend to buy from me?"

Aiharid gave a bitter laugh and waved his hand weakly.

"Let's talk about it next time."

His voice was terribly hoarse.

My mind is a mess right now.

"Even if we obtain intelligence, it's useless if the General Staff is not clean inside."

His mind is now completely occupied with how to go back and deal with Farid, this huge bombshell.

If this matter is exposed, the entire high command of the Revolutionary Guard will face a major upheaval.

As his direct superior, he is absolutely implicated.

Seeing Aiharid's distraught appearance, Zhang Jian stroked his chin.

"Alright."

Zhang Jian sighed.

"Since you paid so readily, I'm a businessman who values ​​repeat customers."

"If you're going to do a good deed, do it all the way. If you're going to help someone, help them to

He turned to look at Shahra, who was standing to the side.

"Do you have a pen? And bring me another piece of paper."

Without asking any further questions, Shahra took out a tactical pen and a small notebook from the pocket of her tactical vest and handed them over.

Zhang Jian took the pen, summoned the system interface in his mind, and directly spent the remaining five thousand US dollars.

[Redeem successful.]

The identities and details of the remaining six CIA agents within the Revolutionary Guard General Staff have been released.

Zhang Jian removed the pen cap, pressed the notebook against his thigh, and began to write rapidly.

Aiharid looked up at him, somewhat puzzled.

"Mr. Zhang, what are you doing?"

Zhang Jian didn't look up; his pen moved swiftly across the paper.

"If you hadn't forced me to go there last time, I would never have stepped into the gates of your General Staff Headquarters on my own initiative."

After writing one name, Zhang Jian moved to a new line and continued writing.

"Besides Farid, the big boss, you have six more moles on your side."

Ahrid's heart, which had just begun to calm down, was struck again.

"Six...six?!"

"Yes, six."

After writing the last word, Zhang Jian capped his pen, tore off the piece of paper, and slammed it onto the coffee table in front of Aihad.

"Including Fareed, there are seven in total."

Zhang Jian stretched out his finger and tapped on the paper.

"Name, job title, and contact information are all on here."

With trembling hands, Aiharid picked up the paper.

Looking at those names that were all too familiar, his vision blurred and he almost fainted.

"Deputy Head of Procurement in Logistics Department, Encryption Officer in Communications Section, Archives Administrator in Confidential Documents Room..."

This isn't the General Staff Headquarters; it's practically the CIA's Tehran branch!

Zhang Jian stood up, picked up the cane leaning against the sofa, and tucked it under his arm.

"I'm giving you the list for free; consider it a bonus from this deal."

He looked at Aharid, who was trembling all over.

"Brigadier General, please go back and clean the house first."

"Given your current situation, as long as you have information from the General Staff, you're under their surveillance."

After saying that, Zhang Jian turned to look at Shahra.

"Let's go, take me back to the shop."

"We lost several hundred yuan by closing for half a day."

Shahra glanced at Akhalid, who was still sprawled on the sofa, and hesitated for a moment.

Aiharid gripped the paper tightly, the veins on the back of his hand bulging.

He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the fear in his heart, before slowly speaking.

"Let's take Mr. Zhang home!"

"From today onwards, you will stay by his side at all times!"

"If he loses even a single hair, I'll hold you responsible!"