Tehran Grocery Store: My Intelligence is Priced Clearly

Zhang Jian sat on the wooden box and raised an eyebrow.

interesting.

He had already handed over the list of traitors within the General Staff this morning to Ahrid.

If he's not stupid, he should have arrested everyone by now.

The fact that Farhad was able to obtain this intelligence indicates that he received the information earlier than he did when he gave it to Aiharid.

A former intelligence agent who is in a state of suspended animation and is wanted nationwide.

The fact that he could obtain such crucial intelligence without any backing or support is enough to prove that he is no ordinary person.

Having someone like that around isn't bad; they can remind you sometimes, since your system mostly provides information passively.

Only high-value sectors will be able to proactively provide alerts.

But that thing only refreshes once a week, so if something really happens, it'll be too late.

Zhang Jian leaned forward slightly, looking at him with great interest.

"Oh? Who is it?"

Farhad did not respond.

He raised his right hand and rubbed his thumb and forefinger together.

Need money?

Zhang Jian smiled and held up two fingers: "Two thousand US dollars."

Farhad shook his head.

"Boss, this involves your life and fortune."

"I imagine your life is worth more than $2000."

"Then name your price."

Farhad held up one index finger: "Ten thousand."

The basement fell silent instantly.

Bakhtiar's eyes widened.

Ali was also stunned.

Ten thousand US dollars?

This guy just opens his mouth, gives his name, and asks for ten thousand?

They must be obsessed with money!

Zhang Jian's reaction, however, surprised everyone.

Without even hesitating, he slapped the wooden crate.

"make a deal."

Now it was Farhad's turn to be stunned.

He had prepared a whole host of bargaining arguments, and his bottom line was set at five thousand.

The person in front of me didn't even haggle over the price and just bought the whole thing?

Farhad looked Zhang Jian over again, his gaze much more serious than before.

"Boss, now I believe you can afford to pay our wages."

"name."

Zhang Jian took out his phone and unlocked the screen.

Farhad lowered his voice and leaned over to whisper something in his ear.

"Rahman, Deputy Chief of the Confidential Section of the Third Intelligence Division, General Staff Headquarters."

Although his voice was soft, Shahra still heard it.

Shahra's right hand rested on the Glock holster at her waist.

Rahman, she knew him all too well.

Zhang Jian glanced at her out of the corner of his eye and tapped his cane lightly with his index finger.

Shahra's hands slowly loosened, but her breathing rate noticeably increased.

Zhang Jian remained expressionless.

He quickly checked the list he had given to Al-Khalid that afternoon in his mind.

Rahman was prominently listed.

Farhad's intelligence was completely accurate.

"account number."

Zhang Jian opened the international money transfer page.

Farhad provided a string of offshore account numbers.

With a few quick taps, the notification sound rang in less than half a minute.

"bite."

Farhad's spare phone vibrated.

He took it out and glanced at it; the screen displayed a notification that ten thousand US dollars had been deposited into his account.

"Aren't you going to verify it? Aren't you afraid I'll just make up a name and scam you?"

Farhad hadn't expected him to agree so readily.

Zhang Jian put his phone back in his pocket and crossed his hands on his cane.

"To spend a fortune to buy a horse's bones."

He paused.

"This money isn't just buying a name, it's buying you as a person."

"but……"

Zhang Jian changed the subject, his tone becoming somber.

"I hope you won't lie to me again in the future. If I find out you were just trying to fool me with fake news..."

He didn't finish speaking.

But Farhad clearly understood what he meant.

The group of veterans around them were in complete uproar.

One piece of intelligence, ten thousand US dollars!

The money was paid in cash and settled on the spot.

With a boss like this, what's there to worry about?

Zhang Jian took in all the reactions of the group, stood up, and tapped his cane on the ground.

"Shahra, check their gear and make a note of their weapon requirements."

"Starting tomorrow, you will take over security around the grocery store."

He turned his head to look to the side.

"Farhad, come with me."

……

At the same time.

On the other side of Tehran, there is an office building with a trading company sign.

Two underground floors.

There are no windows, and no natural light.

Various electronic instruments flashed with a cold, eerie blue light, and the hum of the air conditioner compressor was the only background noise.

CIA Middle East Bureau's covert operations station in Iran.

Robert Hall sat behind his desk, holding a copy of the latest satellite reconnaissance report on Iranian nuclear facilities.

"Bang!"

The door was pushed open.

An intelligence officer in a suit rushed in.

"Chief, Ivan's signal is gone."

Hall stopped turning the page.

Explain yourself.

"Half an hour ago, Ivan's vital signs bracelet issued an alarm for abnormal blood pressure."

"Immediately afterwards, GPS positioning, encrypted communication, and subcutaneous tracking all went offline in the same second."

"The technical department tried calling on all frequency bands, but there was no response. It's as if they've vanished into thin air."

Hall stood up and walked to the huge map of Tehran city on the wall.

"Final coordinates?"

"Old Town, Eighth Avenue."

The intelligence officer's finger tapped on the map.

Hall stared at that spot, remaining silent for a long time.

Ivan.

Former members of the Russian Alpha Special Forces, tough guys who fought in the Chechen war.

Even if they encounter the Revolutionary Guard, they can escape even if they can't win, or at least press the SOS button.

But now.

It disappeared without sending a single signal.

What does this mean?

From the moment they spotted him to the moment they subdued him, they gave Ivan no time to react; it was an absolute crushing victory.

There aren't many people with this ability in Tehran.

Hall's lips twitched upwards, and he actually smiled.

"Okay. Very good."

The intelligence officer was completely bewildered: "Chief?"

"Shahra is the General Staff's top bodyguard. It's not normal for Aiharid to suddenly send her out."

Hall turned around and placed both hands on the table.

"Now even mercenaries of Ivan's caliber who go to scout locations are being wiped out without a trace."

"All I can say is that there's a big fish hidden here, a very big one."

He straightened up.

"Have the tech department pull out his entire network of connections and have them investigate it one by one!"

"At the same time, contact the 'Watcher' and have him verify it simultaneously."

The intelligence officer's brow twitched a few times.

"Chief, are you sure you want to contact 'The Watchers'?"

"We can't worry about that now."

Hall interrupted him.

"What happened last time made us lose face all over the world."

"The pressure is all on me now; the White House is waiting for a report!"

"If I don't achieve anything significant in any area, I'm afraid my time in this position is numbered!"

He walked up to the intelligence officer, less than half a meter away.

"Tell the Watchman to use all his authority at the General Staff, at all costs."

"I need to know who exactly is the target Shahra is protecting!"