Tehran Grocery Store: My Intelligence is Priced Clearly

the other side.

Outposts on the outskirts of the industrial zone south of Tehran.

47th Anti-Aircraft Artillery Battalion.

The night wind whipped up sand and dust, blowing it over the camouflage net and stinging people's faces.

Farhad stood under the net, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, staring intently at the luminous watch face on his wrist.

The "Faith-373" air defense missile system lies quietly hidden in a bunker just a few dozen meters away.

To prevent being locked onto by U.S. electronic reconnaissance aircraft in advance, all radars in the entire camp were turned off, maintaining absolute radio silence.

All the anti-aircraft soldiers lay prone on the ground, not daring to even breathe.

A young sergeant nearby leaned over and asked in a low voice.

"Captain, how reliable is this intelligence?"

"We've turned off all our radars. If the US military changes course, we won't even have time to react."

Farhad turned and glared at him.

"Shut up! Follow orders!"

The sergeant shrank back, not daring to speak again.

Farhad looked up at the night sky again, his heart pounding.

They were ordered to bring the "Faith-373" air defense missile system to this area to ambush and shoot down American aircraft.

This was the first time he had ever done something like this!

The US Air Force is far superior to theirs, and to be honest, he himself had some doubts about the accuracy of this intelligence.

Inside the air defense command headquarters.

Brigadier General Sheikh sat behind his large desk, a cigarette between his fingers.

The cigarette ash had accumulated to a considerable length, and as his slightly trembling fingers dropped it onto the table, it shattered into pieces.

The secure line in front of him was on speakerphone.

On the other end of the phone was General Ahrid from the General Staff.

"Sheikh, how's the situation on your end?"

Al-Khalid's voice sounded relaxed.

Sheikh took a drag of his cigarette, stubbed it out in the ashtray, and his voice was a little hoarse.

"Missiles are in position, radar remains silent."

"Aikhard, I've revealed all of Air Defense Command's trump cards."

"If something goes wrong, my position will be bombed flat by the American army, and I'll have to take off my uniform tomorrow."

A soft laugh came from the other end of the phone.

"Relax, old friend."

"That Chinese intelligence is absolutely accurate."

"What you need to do now is prepare a report to your subordinates to recommend them for credit."

Sheikh snorted coldly.

"I hope so."

"If we don't manage to knock down even a single bird feather tonight, I'll take some men and shut down his grocery store tomorrow!"

He hung up the phone and stared at the digital clock on the wall.

Waiting for 2:30 a.m. to arrive.

2:15 a.m.

Above the Zagros Mountains.

Two U.S. F-16DJ fighter jets were conducting an ultra-low-altitude penetration under the cover of darkness.

High in the sky behind them, an EA-18G "Growler" electronic warfare aircraft had already activated full-band electromagnetic suppression.

A lighthearted, teasing voice came through the communication channel.

"Longbow is calling on Viper. Electromagnetic suppression has covered southern Tehran. You may begin your performance."

The lead pilot of the F-16DJ pressed his throat microphone, his tone full of disdain.

"receive."

"The Iranians' air defense system is now just a pile of scrap metal; they don't even dare to turn on their radar."

"I bet they're shivering in their air-raid shelters right now."

The wingman pilot laughed along.

"Guys, the bombing a few days ago has scared them to death."

"Could this bombing mission be even more difficult than the previous ones?"

"Hurry up, everyone, let's finish and call it a day. I'll treat you all to drinks when we get back!"

"Ha, so you guessed there was bleeding!"

"However, we should be careful not to be too careless and pay attention to the flight altitude."

The lead pilot gave a reminder, but his tone remained relaxed.

2:30 a.m.

Airspace surrounding Tehran.

To evade Iranian terrain radar, the two F-16DJs began to descend.

The numbers on the altimeter jumped rapidly.

It stopped precisely at 1500 meters.

On the ground.

Farhad lay prone on the edge of the bunker, staring intently at the night sky through a high-powered optical observation device.

A few seconds later, the outlines of two blurry fighter jets appeared in the frame.

Farhad's heart clenched and began to pound wildly.

coming!

That intelligence was incredibly accurate!

Even the escort configuration of the electronic warfare aircraft behind them is exactly the same!

Farhad felt a chill run down his spine.

I never imagined they actually managed to get their hands on such top-secret information!

The sergeant next to him also became breathing rapidly, and his hand holding the walkie-talkie trembled slightly.

"Captain, he's really here!"

"It's exactly as the intelligence reports it!"

Farhad gritted his teeth and pressed his hand down hard on the sergeant's shoulder.

"Hold your fire! No one is allowed to fire without my order!"

He is waiting.

Suppressing their fear and excitement, they waited for the US warplanes to enter their optimal firing range.

ten seconds.

Eight seconds.

Five seconds.

The American pilots in the air were completely unaware.

The lead pilot glanced at the fire control screen.

"Target area has been locked in; prepare to drop bombs."

"Received, weapon safety has been disarmed," the wingman responded.

Just as the US military was about to drop the bombs.

Farhad's eyes were bloodshot. He grabbed the communicator and screamed into the microphone.

"Radar activated!"

"Full frequency band locked!"

"emission!"

The "Faith-373" air defense system, which had been lying in wait in the bunker, instantly snapped out of its slumber.

The powerful fire control radar penetrated the electromagnetic interference of the "Growler" and locked onto the two F-16DJs in the air at extremely close range!

Inside the cockpit of a U.S. military fighter jet.

The piercing lockout alarm blared wildly, and red warning lights flashed everywhere.

The pilot, who had been relaxed just a moment ago, turned deathly pale instantly.

"Warning! Locked on by ground radar!"

"That's impossible!"

The lead pilot screamed in terror and frantically pulled on the control stick with both hands.

"How could they possibly know our flight path in advance!"

"Avoid it! Avoid it immediately!"

The wingman frantically released decoy flares, attempting to perform tactical maneuvers.

Boom! Boom!

Two anti-aircraft missiles, trailing dazzling plumes of flame, soared into the sky, tracing deadly paths across the night.

Because the distance was so close, it was a completely unprepared blind strike that turned into an open attack.

The two U.S. fighter jets had no time to escape the missile's kill radius!

With two long blasts!

"Boom! Boom!"

Two enormous fireballs burst open in the night sky over Tehran!

The deafening explosion resounded through the sky, illuminating half of the night!

The burning wreckage of the fighter jet, trailing black smoke, plummeted straight to the ground!

The anti-aircraft soldiers on the position were stunned for a full two seconds before erupting into a deafening cheer.

"We hit it, Captain! We hit it!"

The sergeant's eyes were bloodshot, and he shook Farhad vigorously with a face full of excitement.

Farhad wiped the dust off his face, his hands trembling as he quickly grabbed the secure phone next to him and dialed the air defense command.

"This is Farhad from the 47th Anti-Aircraft Battalion. Quickly, get Brigadier General Sheikh!"

Farhad roared into the microphone, his voice filled with ecstatic joy.