Tehran Grocery Store: My Intelligence is Priced Clearly

"We've been exposed?!"

Farhad's voice tightened, and his heart sank.

"Understood, I'll go to the market to buy some furniture and daily necessities right away."

After hanging up the phone, Shahra had finished making the arrangements.

"Ali and his men have already gone down into the tunnels and set up booby traps in the grocery store."

Shahra threw her phone on the center console, turned to stare at Zhang Jian, her chest heaving violently.

"What exactly happened? How could they have gotten to the grocery store so quickly?"

Zhang Jian took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing his wildly beating heart.

"The blacksmith has been arrested."

Shahra's expression changed.

The middleman who sells weapons in the bazaar?

"No, it's impossible for him alone to know your specific information."

"That's right."

Zhang Jian stared coldly at the windshield ahead.

"But he provided details about my portrait."

"And that's not even the most fatal thing."

Zhang Jian turned his head and looked into Shahra's eyes.

"What's even more serious is that someone within your military has been bribed by the Americans again."

"A mole within the Defense Intelligence Agency leaked my file."

"With both sides verifying it, my information was naturally leaked."

Zhang Jian tugged at his collar, feeling a little out of breath.

Shahra tightened her grip on the steering wheel, a murderous glint flashing in her eyes.

"Defense Intelligence Agency?"

"Why are they like that too!"

Shahra slammed her hand on the steering wheel, and the horn emitted a short, sharp blast.

"These parasites!"

"Now is not the time to be angry."

Zhang Jian rubbed his face, forcing himself to calm down.

"The Americans are like mad dogs unleashed, showing all their cards."

"The fact that Langley has even sent out Nighthawks shows that he has lost his patience."

"I can't go back to the grocery store."

Zhang Jian gave the order in a deep voice.

"Turn around and head to the new house."

Shahra turned the steering wheel, and the pickup truck made a rough U-turn in the middle of the road, speeding off towards the north of the city.

Half an hour later.

The street where the grocery store is located in the south of Tehran.

Several unmarked brown bulletproof Hummers were parked silently on the street corner.

A dozen or so fully armed men in black combat uniforms quickly pushed open the car doors and jumped out.

They were not wearing any armbands, and all of their HK416 assault rifles were equipped with silencers and infrared laser sights.

The night vision goggles under the tactical helmet gleamed with a faint green light.

It was the CIA's most elite "Nighthawk" commando team.

The store's roller shutter door was open, and when the wind blew, the curtain swayed.

Everything seemed perfectly normal.

The commando leader made a hand gesture.

The two team members quickly pressed themselves against the wall and made their way to the doorway, one on the left and one on the right.

The stun grenade in his hand had its pin removed.

The rest of them surrounded the grocery store.

The captain raised his gun and stared intently at the half-open door through the tactical scope.

Langley's voice, barely containing his anger, came through the headset.

"Take him alive; if he resists, break his legs and bring him back."

The captain reached out and pressed down on the throat microphone.

"receive."

He stared intently at the crack in the door and counted down from three.

"three."

"two."

"one."

The captain suddenly waved his hand, his deep voice booming through the communication channel.

"STORM THE FRONT!"

Two stun grenades rolled directly inside through the crack in the door.

boom!boom!

Two muffled thuds exploded in the cramped grocery store, and a blinding white light instantly engulfed everything.

Immediately afterwards, two assault team members rushed into the house.

The beam of the tactical flashlight sliced ​​through the smoke and dust in the grocery store like a sharp sword, and the muzzle of the gun quickly pointed at every corner where someone might be hiding.

"Clear!"

"Clear!"

The first floor was completely deserted.

The captain followed closely behind, gun at the ready, stepping across the threshold. His leather boots crunched on the broken glass scattered on the floor.

Inside the room, the glass window was cracked by the stun grenades.

The teacups on the table were still steaming.

The person just left!

The captain sensed something was wrong and immediately pressed the button on his headset.

"Each group, please report your progress?"

"Back door secure, no target detected!" reported the team members surrounding the perimeter.

"Captain, the person escaped from the basement!"

The first two team members went down the stairs to the basement, saw the open escape route, and quickly reported it.

Ran?

The captain frowned and strode quickly to the basement door.

The dark stairwell smelled damp.

"Tengtengteng".

He quickly went downstairs, followed by two Night Hawk team members.

"Captain, there's an exit from the basement leading to the outside!"

The captain, with a cold face, strode over.

Just as I was about to step into the passage, I suddenly caught a glimpse of a very thin, transparent fishing line that had been snapped beside me.

At the other end of the fishing line was a C4 explosive device tied to a support column, with a red indicator light flashing wildly.

Countdown: 00:01.

The captain's pupils instantly shrank to the size of pinpoints, and his blood seemed to freeze in that instant.

"Retreat! There's a bomb!"

He shouted those words at the top of his lungs, and then suddenly fell backward.

The countdown has reached zero.

The red light stopped flashing and froze at the last second.

The current traveled along the extremely thin wire and instantly punctured the detonator inside the C4 explosive!

Without any extra sound, a blinding burst of light suddenly emanated from the narrow basement passageway.

Immediately afterwards, a violent shockwave swept across the ground.

Although Captain Nighthawk reacted extremely quickly and tried his best to fall backward, the struggle of the human body seemed meaningless in the face of such absolute destructive power.

The blast wave, carrying a dense array of steel balls and broken bricks, resembled a giant shotgun firing at point-blank range.

"boom!"

The load-bearing walls on both sides of the passageway were instantly covered with cracks!

The two assault team members who rushed to the front did not even let out a scream.

Even high-strength tactical bulletproof vests are like paper when faced with shrapnel; they are torn apart instantly.

The blood mist had just burst open when it was instantly vaporized by the high-temperature flames that followed.

The captain felt like a fallen leaf, struck hard by an invisible hammer.

His back slammed heavily against the stairs, and the cracking sound of his bones breaking was clearly audible.

A mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs gushed out, directly covering the goggles of the tactical mask.

This is not finished.

The terrifying resonance from the explosion directly destroyed the already aging foundation of the grocery store's first floor.

"boom!"

The two Night Hawk team members standing guard in the center of the first-floor living room suddenly felt their feet lighten.

The once flat ground suddenly collapsed, creating a large hole.

The two men, gun and all, fell straight into the ruins of the basement amidst the collapsed shelves and billowing dust.

The muffled thud and screams were abruptly cut off by the falling stones.

The team members responsible for flanking the enemy were thrown onto the street by the huge blast wave.

The siren of the armored Hummer blared wildly, instantly shattering the surrounding silence.

The deputy captain in charge of perimeter security scrambled to the door, staring blankly at the smoke-filled ruins inside.

"Medic! Medic!"

He roared at the top of his lungs and charged into the smoke without regard for anything else.