Tehran Grocery Store: My Intelligence is Priced Clearly

Inside the air defense command headquarters.

Sheikh had been waiting for this for a long time.

As soon as the phone rang, he quickly picked up the receiver, the veins on the back of his hand bulging.

"How is it?"

"Two! General! Both of them shot down!"

On the receiver, Farhad's almost distorted roar came through.

Sheikh's mind went completely blank!

He suddenly stood up, his whole body trembling with excitement.

"Falhard!"

"Are you sure? You didn't see it wrong?"

"Absolutely right!"

Farhad's voice was hoarse from shouting, and the background noise was filled with the frenzied cheers of the anti-aircraft soldiers.

"General, the dot on the radar screen has disappeared!"

"We saw two huge fireballs in the sky!"

Farhad was panting heavily and speaking incoherently.

"General, you weren't there, you don't know what happened!"

"The moment we turned on our radar, we had them pinpointed!"

Sheikh slammed his fist hard on the solid wood desk.

boom!

"Well done!"

After suppressing his frustration for so many days, he finally got to vent his anger!

Hearing the commotion, the adjutant outside hurriedly pushed the door open and rushed in.

"General, what has happened?"

Sheikh, his eyes red-rimmed, pointed at his adjutant's nose.

"Notify the 65th Airborne Special Forces Brigade!"

"Let them board immediately!"

"I want to see the helicopter take off within five minutes!"

"Target: Farhad's current location!"

"Go and collect every last piece of the wreckage from the crashed plane!"

The adjutant stood there, his mouth slightly agape.

"Plane crash? Whose plane?"

"The American F-16DJ!"

Sheikh pointed outside the door.

"Go and give the order! Tell them they must capture the American pilot alive!"

"If it's a corpse, even a piece of charred flesh, you have to bring it back for me!"

"Hurry! The American rescue helicopters might already be on their way. We absolutely cannot let them take the stuff back!"

"yes!"

The adjutant stood at attention, saluted, and then ran off.

Sheikh slumped in the large leather chair.

He was panting heavily.

My gaze fell on the thin sheet of paper on the table.

The document lists several key parameters provided by Zhang Jian.

Route, time, altitude, escort configuration.

Sheikh picked up the paper with trembling hands.

So accurate!

It's so accurate it's terrifying!

The details Farhad just reported on the phone match perfectly with the contents of this paper.

This is hardly intelligence.

This is practically like the US military commander personally handing over the battle plan!

Five hundred thousand US dollars?

Sheikh grinned and smiled silently.

This money was well spent!

Immediately, he grabbed another red secure hotline on the table and dialed it.

"Akhalid".

"Sheikh?"

The sound of documents being flipped through came from the other end of the phone.

"Judging from your movements, has there been any result?"

Sheikh took a deep breath, trying to make his voice sound as steady as possible.

"We shot them down, two of them."

There was a sudden silence on the other end of the phone.

The sound of flipping through the documents stopped.

A full five seconds passed.

"Have you confirmed the victory?"

Aiharid's voice was low, but his excitement was impossible to suppress.

"Confirmed."

Sheikh grabbed the lighter on the table, lit a cigarette with trembling hands, took a deep drag, and tried to calm himself down.

"Combat troops have also been deployed, and results will be available soon."

"Akhalid, how did you get in touch with this Chinese man?"

Sheikh took two puffs of his cigarette.

"Flight route, altitude, time..."

"Even the jamming frequency band of that 'Growler' electronic warfare aircraft was perfectly accurate!"

"Our anti-aircraft missiles are completely blindfolded, waiting for them to run into them; they lock on as soon as they're activated."

"The Americans didn't even have a chance to launch a decoy!"

Ahred sat in his office at the General Staff, finally able to relax.

To be honest, he knew Zhang Jian's intelligence was accurate.

But when this heavy victory was actually right in front of him, he couldn't help but feel his heart racing!

Two active-duty F-16DJ fighters!

This is a genuine mainstay fighter jet of the US military!

It was turned into scrap metal over Tehran!

especially……

This is not just about two planes!

This is a resounding slap in the face to the U.S. Air Force!

"Sheikh."

In his excitement, Ahrid did not forget to remind him.

"This matter ends here."

Sheikh paused for a moment.

"What do you mean?"

"Block the news."

Ahrid spoke slowly and deliberately.

"Anyone in the Air Defense Command who dares to utter a single word about the source of this intelligence, or about that Chinese person, will be court-martialed!"

Sheikh immediately realized what was happening.

"I see!"

"I'll personally go to Karimi's place!"

"Besides him and me, no one knows where the intelligence came from."

"Send me a copy of the battle report after you've compiled it."

Al-Khalid stood up and grabbed his military jacket from the back of the chair.

"I will set off immediately to see the Supreme Leader."

"I'm going too!"

at the same time.

Qatar, Al Udeid Air Base.

Underground command center.

On the huge electronic screen, dense flight route data and dots are constantly being refreshed.

In the very center area, two green cursors representing the "Viper" formation are flying close to the ground at an altitude of 1500 meters.

everything is normal.

Sudden.

The screen flickered.

The two green cursors disappeared without warning.

The radar operator sitting at the control panel rubbed his eyes.

"Hey 'Viper' helmsman, this is 'Lighthouse,' please respond."

The communication channel was filled only with piercing static noise. A crackling sound.

"Viper, your wingman, report your position."

Still no response.

The operator broke out in a cold sweat instantly.

He turned around abruptly and shouted at the command post.

"Sir! The 'Viper' squadron has lost signal!"

Major General Davis, the U.S. Air Force's deputy commander in the Middle East, is holding a coffee cup.

Upon hearing this, he flicked his wrist, and the coffee spilled out.

He threw down the cup and strode down the steps.

"What's going on?"

"Radar malfunction? Rescan immediately!"

"Scanned, no echo!"

The operator's hands were frantically typing on the keyboard.

"The signal disappeared instantly, leaving no trace of any evasive maneuver!"

Major General Davis immediately became anxious.

"Quickly, contact 'Longbow'!"

A few seconds later, the voice of the EA-18G "Growler" pilot responsible for electronic suppression at high altitude switched to the channel.

His voice was filled with extreme panic.

"Lighthouse! This is Longbow!"

"The 'Viper' squadron has been shot down!"

"Double, the 'Viper' squadron has been shot down!"

Davis snatched the operator's headset.

"How did you cover for us! Is your full-band suppression just for show?!"

"Sir! The Iranian radar doesn't even have a search process!"

The pilot of the Longbow spoke with fear in his voice.

"They just power it on and lock on precisely!"

"The missile was launched directly from a blind spot in the air defense system!"

"They knew 'Viper's' breakthrough route and altitude in advance! This is definitely a trap!"

Major General Davis stood frozen in place.

The hall was completely silent; no one dared to breathe.

The downing of two F-16s marks the worst air loss suffered by the U.S. military in the Middle East in nearly a decade!

What's even more terrifying is the way it was shot down!

Knowing the flight path and altitude in advance?

Even the concealed routes used to evade terrain radar were completely figured out by the enemy.

Davis felt a chill run from the soles of his feet straight to his head.

It should be noted that this air strike plan was known only to the Central Command and its core staff team.

Even the pilots on the mission only received the specific flight path coordinates half an hour before takeoff.

How did the Iranians get their hands on it?

"check!"

Davis whirled around like an enraged lion, roaring at the entire command center.

"Investigate this thoroughly!"

"The Iranians' scrap metal can't possibly penetrate our covert air routes!"

"This is definitely not a technical issue! It's a leak!"

He kicked over the chair next to him.

"There's a mole in the Pentagon! Or a mole in Central Command!"

The intelligence officer rushed over, his face ashen.

"Sir, what do we do now?"

"Immediately cut off all external communications from the command center!"

"Everyone, hand over your communication devices and submit to investigation!"

Davis gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot.

"Contact that idiot Hall!"

"Get the 'Nighthawk' commando team moving immediately!"

"Even if I have to turn Tehran upside down, I'll find that bastard who sold the information!"