Tehran Grocery Store: My Intelligence is Priced Clearly

After hanging up the secure line, Hall slammed the microphone on the table and roared at his men.

"Are they all deaf?!"

"The bureau chief has given a direct order!"

"Activate all the hidden networks in the bazaar area!"

"Investigate!"

"Find out every unfamiliar face that's recently appeared at the bazaar, no matter who they are!"

The agents nodded quickly and turned to make a phone call.

The basement of the grocery store.

In Zhang Jian's mind, the system's piercing alarm blared once again.

[Warning! The CIA Middle East Bureau has launched Operation Hound!]

[Target area locked: Bazaar in southern Tehran.]

[Host exposure risk has surged to 85%!]

Zhang Jian's heart sank.

The risk level has actually jumped to 85%?

He thought he had been careful enough when he went to the bazaar last night, but now it seems that it was of little use.

"Farhad".

Zhang Jian got up and got out of bed.

"Boss."

"Go and call Shahra down."

Seeing that Zhang Jian's expression was off, Farhad didn't ask any further questions and quickly went upstairs.

Less than a minute later, Shahra and Fahad were already in front of him.

Zhang Jian pulled out a chair and sat down, tapping his fingers on the armrest.

"According to intelligence, the CIA should already be monitoring us."

"But we cannot give up our weapons."

Zhang Jian looked at Farhad.

"We are determined to get this shipment."

"However, with Americans now searching for people all over the streets, delivery points are definitely less safe."

"Farhad, you decide on the plan."

As he spoke, he took out a map of Tehran from the drawer and spread it out on the table.

Pointing to the location marked with a red circle on the map.

"We need the weapons, but we can't afford to engage in a fierce conflict with them, lest we lose our men."

Farhad pursed his lips, leaned closer to the map, and frowned deeply.

He stared at the red circle, his mind racing.

A few minutes later, Farhad raised his head again.

"Boss, I have an idea."

"explain!"

"..."

Sunrise and sunset.

An abandoned factory in southern Tehran.

The evening breeze whistled in through the dilapidated window.

A dilapidated van without license plates was parked at the factory gate.

Two men dressed in black jumped off the vehicle, carried several heavy wooden crates out of the carriage, and placed them on the overgrown open ground.

The two didn't linger, got into their car, and sped away from the scene.

Not far away.

Two CIA peripheral agents were sitting in a car, watching this scene unfold.

One of them held a long-focus night vision telescope, the lens locked tightly on the wooden crates.

"The goods have been delivered."

The agent holding the binoculars pressed his earpiece and reported in a low voice.

"Received. Maintain monitoring and wait for the target to appear."

Another agent was holding an M4A1 carbine equipped with a silencer, its muzzle aimed at the factory entrance.

"These guys are really bold, daring to buy weapons right under our noses."

"Stop talking nonsense, keep a close eye on them, and if we catch them alive, the section chief will definitely reward us."

Ten minutes passed.

A series of chaotic footsteps came from outside the factory.

The two agents instantly tensed up, their fingers on the trigger.

Four swaying figures appeared in the green field of view of the telescope.

They were wearing tattered robes, filthy, and barefoot, carrying woven bags for collecting garbage.

tramp?

The agent holding the binoculars was stunned.

The four homeless men walked up to the wooden crates, whispered a few words to each other, and then each picked up a corner of one crate and struggled to drag it out.

"Fuck!"

The agent holding the gun muttered a curse under his breath.

"We've been tricked!"

"This isn't a buyer at all; they're just a scapegoat they found!"

"What should we do? Arrest them or not?"

"Arrest my ass! Are you going to arrest a few homeless people to report back?"

The agent holding the binoculars pushed them aside and drew his pistol from his waist.

"Get down!"

"Take control of them and force them to tell us who hired them!"

The two quickly pushed open the car door and rushed towards the factory.

One hundred meters away from the wooden crate.

Behind a wall of ruins.

Ali squatted by the wall, staring intently at the wooden crate.

He was chewing gum, his breathing steady.

In their line of sight, two dark figures wielding guns were rapidly approaching the homeless men.

Ali's finger slowly gripped the trigger.

"Targets spotted, two people."

Ali spoke softly into the microphone.

Shahra’s emotionless voice came through the headset.

"Clean it up."

"receive."

Ali took a deep breath and held it.

He raised his hand and fired a shot.

boom!

The rifle emitted a dull, crisp sound.

The bullet instantly tore through the night sky.

Blood exploded.

One of the agents collapsed to the ground without uttering a sound.

The agent behind him was terrified. He stopped abruptly and turned to lunge behind the nearby cover.

boom!

A second shot rang out.

The bullet pierced his back, and the inertia carried him forward two steps before he collapsed to the ground, motionless.

The homeless men were terrified by the sudden turn of events. They dropped the wooden crate and scattered in all directions, screaming.

Five minutes later.

A black pickup truck drove silently to the factory gate.

Shahra jumped out of the car with two other people.

"Load it onto the truck."

Shahra gave an order and walked straight to the two corpses.

He crouched down and flipped open the collar of one of the corpses.

By the dim moonlight, a dark red tattoo on the back of the corpse's neck was clearly visible.

Shahra's expression changed slightly.

She stood up, took out her phone, and dialed Zhang Jian's number.

"Boss."

"Did you get the item?"

On the other end of the phone, Zhang Jian's voice was very calm.

"I got it, but I ran into some trouble."

Shahra glanced at the corpse on the ground.

"They are the CIA's 'cleaners'."

"They've already left the field."

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone.

"Understood. Clean up the scene and bring the goods back."

The basement of the grocery store.

Zhang Jian put down his phone, his face darkening.

The CIA is moving pretty fast; they've even sent out "cleaners," specializing in dirty work, to monitor things.

This is clearly an attempt to wipe them out completely.

That being the case...

Zhang Jian brought up the system panel again.

[System, redeem the list of CIA informants and outposts in the southern outskirts of Tehran.]

【Ding! 】

[Do you wish to spend $20000 to exchange for a list of CIA informants and outposts outside southern Tehran?]

"yes!"

A flash of blue light.

A detailed list appeared in Zhang Jian's mind.

The document contained not only the names and addresses of the informants, but also their secret codes and contact information.

Zhang Jian walked to the table, picked up a pen, and quickly wrote down what he had written on the paper.

A dozen minutes later, he took a picture of a page filled with names and addresses and sent it to Farhad.

Farhad answered the phone.

"Boss, what did you post...?"

"All the CIA's informants and outposts in the south of the city."

Zhang Jian leaned back in his chair.

"Tonight, have Ali change his weapons and take one man with him to wipe out all the people on the list."

"Leave no one alive."