Tehran Grocery Store: My Intelligence is Priced Clearly

"What?!"

Ahrid cried out in shock.

Langley!

This name is definitely on the radar of the Iranian military's top brass.

In recent years, most of the assassinations and subversions carried out by the CIA in the Middle East were orchestrated by this guy.

He actually came all the way to Tehran in person?

"Are you kidding me?"

Aiharid's voice was trembling.

"I never joke about intelligence."

Zhang Jian spoke in a flat tone.

"His main purpose in coming here this time is to investigate the downing of the F-16DJ."

Ahrid's breathing became extremely heavy, and you could hear him pacing back and forth on the other end of the phone.

If Langley were in Tehran, it would be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

If we can shut this big fish down in Iran, it will be a devastating blow to the entire CIA Middle East intelligence network!

"Can you pinpoint his location?"

"Ahlid asked eagerly."

Zhang Jian smiled.

That's exactly what he was waiting for.

One million US dollars.

Zhang Jian raised a finger, even though the other person couldn't see it.

"One million, and I'll give you all of Langley's information."

"Including his personal information, the coordinates of the safe house he is currently in, and the address that the emergency exit from the safe house leads to, etc."

"If you're still not comfortable with that, I can also give you the addresses of several backup safe houses the CIA has in Tehran."

Zhang Jian spoke casually, but Shahra stared wide-eyed, her face filled with disbelief.

He actually managed to get Langley's coordinates?

When did China's intelligence network become so powerful?

Is it those eyes in the sky that can pinpoint the location so precisely, or...?

That panda's deployment in the Middle East has reached a terrifying level!

One million US dollars!

Buy the life of a CIA deputy director!

Ahrid remained silent.

This is not a small amount.

More importantly, taking action against Langley would be tantamount to a complete break with the Americans, which carries enormous political risks.

Don't be fooled by the fact that you hit me and I hit you back now.

It seems like there's a give-and-take, but in reality, apart from that shameless little Yi, both they and the Americans are noticeably more restrained.

After all, what the Americans are advocating is simply to change the regime and put a pro-American faction in power.

But if they touch Langley, it's like they've cut off another step in their escape route...

"General, you only have one chance."

Zhang Jian calmly added fuel to the fire.

"Langley has just taken over the mess of the Middle East bureau, and he is currently at his most stressed and vulnerable."

"Once he recovers, it will be harder than climbing to heaven for you to catch him again."

"To be honest, there's really not much to consider in this matter."

"Think about the CIA and Mossad's killings of your high-ranking officials, and the sanctions the US has imposed on you over the years."

"General, what I want to say is that weakness will not bring peace; it will only embolden them."

The sound of a lighter came from the other end of the phone; it seemed that Aiharid lit a cigarette.

He smoked half a cigarette before gritting his teeth and speaking.

"I know."

"But I can't make that decision myself; I need to consult the Supreme Command."

"Alright, go ahead."

Zhang Jian shrugged indifferently.

"But I'm warning you, Langley is the kind of person who's slippery as an eel; he'll run away at the slightest sign of trouble. You'd better make a decision quickly."

"Wait for me for half an hour."

Beep, beep...

The call was abruptly disconnected.

Zhang Jian tossed his phone aside and stretched.

Shahra looked at him, her voice urgent.

"Are you crazy?"

"That's the CIA deputy director!"

She lowered her voice.

"You sold his location to the military. If their operation fails, Langley will use every means to hunt you down to the ends of the earth!"

"He's after me now, isn't he?"

Zhang Jian countered with a question.

Shahra was speechless for a moment.

"So, since he's not going to let me have an easy time, why should I let him sit comfortably in Tehran drinking coffee?"

Zhang Jian stood up, walked to the window, and looked out at the street that was gradually becoming more lively.

"If you don't kill the snake, you'll only get hurt by it."

"If you're going to play this game, then just uproot it completely."

As Shahra watched Zhang Jian's retreating figure, a chill inexplicably rose in her heart.

"What if Ahrid doesn't agree?"

"Shahra asked."

"disagree?"

Zhang Jian turned his head and chuckled softly.

"Think about your losses since the start of the war, including the supreme leader—how many have died in total?"

"Plus, if it weren't for me, there probably wouldn't be many air defense positions left in Tehran by now."

"Add to that the leaky intelligence everywhere, don't they realize how thoroughly the entire army has been infiltrated?"

"Now that there's a ready-made scapegoat in front of them, do you think those hardliners will tolerate it?"

Just then, a very light footstep came from outside the door.

Shahra instantly drew her gun and aimed it at the door.

Zhang Jian waved his hand, signaling her to put it down.

"It's Farhad. I just saw him by the window."

The door was pushed open, and Farhad walked in carrying two large woven bags, covered in sweat.

"Boss, everything you wanted has been purchased."

Farhad threw the bag on the ground, and it made a clattering sound.

"I've also got the key to the house next door, and I've arranged for the bricklayer to come over to work tomorrow morning."

"Thanks for your hard work."

Zhang Jian walked over and rummaged through the bag.

"Everyone will have to make do with this cramped space for the next few days."

Farhad wiped the sweat from his brow.

"Boss, things are really tense outside right now."

"When I came back just now, I saw several unfamiliar faces at the street corner. I guess the CIA is about to take revenge."

"It doesn't matter, it's just eyeliner."

Zhang Jian didn't take it seriously.

"We've moved from the south of the city to the north. As long as the stronghold isn't exposed, we're safe for now."

He turned to look at Shahra.

"When Ali returns with his men, have him come up to me."

"And by the way, send 'Old Ghost' out to get the money back."

"Remember to tell him to be careful. I'll send you the address in a bit."

Shahra nodded and followed Fahad downstairs.

Zhang Jian sat back down on the sofa, leaned against the armrest, and glanced at the clock on the wall.

"Half an hour, almost there..."