Tehran Grocery Store: My Intelligence is Priced Clearly

[System, redeem the real-time coordinates and detailed intelligence of Langley, the CIA's Middle East Bureau Chief.]

[Ding! This exchange involves a high-level target from the opposing faction and requires $200000 USD. Confirm?]

"confirm."

A blue light curtain instantly unfolded before my eyes.

A dense cascade of information appeared.

Langley's resume, habits, his current location, and even the distribution of the outer sentries were all clearly marked.

Zhang Jian glanced at it twice and dialed Aiharid's encrypted number directly.

The phone was answered after only one ring.

"Zhang, did you receive the money?"

Aiharid's voice was filled with intense eagerness.

"Received, General."

Zhang Jian toyed with an unlit cigarette, twirling it between his fingers.

"Now... I'll say it, and you write it down."

The sound of papers turning over immediately came from the other end of the phone.

"Alright, let's begin."

"Two kilometers south of Saadabad Palace in northern Tehran, in a wealthy neighborhood, there is a white three-story detached villa with the house number 72."

Zhang Jian looked at the system panel and read it slowly and deliberately.

"There are six hidden sentries around the villa, disguised as lawn mowers and community patrol security guards."

"There are twelve fully armed CIA agents inside, and their firepower is considerable."

"Most importantly, this villa has two escape routes."

Aiharid's hand movements suddenly stopped, and his breathing became rapid.

Which two?

"First, behind the wall of the wine cellar in the basement of the villa, there is a passageway converted from an abandoned air-raid shelter, with the exit under a manhole cover in the next block."

"Secondly, the underground storage room on the first floor leads directly to a residential house two kilometers away, which is a courtyard, numbered 174."

After Zhang Jian finished reading, he picked up the water glass on the table and took a sip.

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone.

"Great! That's wonderful!"

Ahlid's voice was filled with barely suppressed excitement.

"With such detailed intelligence, even if Langley grew wings, he wouldn't be able to fly out of Tehran today!"

"Zhang, I'll personally lead the team to arrest them right away!"

"Good luck, General."

Zhang Jian replied casually.

I had just put down my phone when the door to the room was pushed open.

Ali strode in.

"Boss, you were looking for me."

"sit."

Zhang Jian pointed to the chair opposite him, then pulled out a piece of white paper from under the coffee table.

rustling.

Based on his memory, he quickly drew a floor plan of the villa on paper and accurately marked the locations of the two escape routes next to it.

After finishing the drawing, he pushed the paper in front of Ali.

"Take a look at this."

Ali pulled out a chair, sat down, and looked down at the blueprints on the table.

"This is the safe house of Langley, the CIA's Middle East field director."

Zhang Jian leaned back on the sofa.

"The military is about to launch a siege against him, with General Al-Khalid personally leading the operation."

Ali raised his head, his face expressionless.

"From your professional perspective."

Zhang Jian tapped the blueprint with his pen.

"If Langley is surrounded, which escape route is he most likely to use to escape?"

Alibaba refocused its attention on the blueprints.

I quickly went through the topographical map of northern Tehran in my mind.

A full minute passed before he extended his index finger and pointed to the passage on the right side of the drawing.

"this."

Why?

Zhang Jian looked at him with great interest.

Ali began to explain, his voice calm and steady.

"The sewer outlet on the left looks hidden, but it's actually a dead end."

"The sewers are cramped spaces. If the military finds them, they can throw in two tear gas canisters or stun grenades, and the people inside won't even have anywhere to hide."

"Moreover, the sewer outlet is in the adjacent affluent neighborhood."

"The streets in that area are very well-planned, with many intersections and traffic lights."

"After escaping, it's difficult to pick up speed again in a short time."

"The military only needs to make simple arrangements at nearby intersections, and he will have no chance of escape."

Zhang Jian nodded, signaling him to continue.

Ali moved his finger to the house on the right.

"This road is different."

He took the pen from Zhang Jian and drew three lines around the house.

"Outside this area is a shantytown and old industrial park slated for demolition, with a complex network of roads, illegal buildings, and dead ends everywhere."

"In this kind of terrain, even slightly larger vehicles can't get in, and large forces can't spread out. It's perfect for small elite groups to break through in the chaos."

"Moreover, this place is densely populated, making it difficult to completely clear out the area."

"If the actions are too big, they will easily attract the attention of the CIA, which would expose our intentions."

"So, if I were Langley, I would definitely choose this path."

After listening, Zhang Jian clapped his hands in satisfaction.

"The analysis is very thorough."

Zhang Jian stood up and beckoned to Fahad, who was standing next to him.

"Farhad, come and take a look too."

Farhad walked over and looked at it carefully for a few moments before standing up and looking up.

"Boss, I agree with Ali."

OK.

Zhang Jian snapped his fingers.

"Well then, here comes the mission."

He turned to look at Ali.

"In a bit, take your sniper rifle and find a spot outside this house to ambush them."

"Although I gave the intelligence to Aiharid, to be honest, I don't trust them."

"The General Staff is in complete chaos, with traitors emerging one after another."

"The military side isn't exactly clean either."

"Once personnel changes take place, information may leak out."

"Langley is such a cunning old fox; he'll move on at the slightest sign of trouble."

Zhang Jian walked up to Ali and patted him on the shoulder.

"All you need to do is find a high vantage point and keep a close watch on that exit."

"If Akhalid successfully captures the man, you don't need to worry about anything, just retreat."

"But what if the military comes up empty-handed, Langley escapes capture, or he gets wind of it beforehand and comes out through this passage..."

Zhang Jian paused for a moment, his tone very calm.

"Just shoot him dead."

Ali nodded without any hesitation.

"I understand, boss."

"it is good."

Zhang Jian waved his hand.

"Go ahead, the terrain around there is complicated, so be careful."

"No matter the outcome, don't get yourself involved."

Ali turned and pushed open the door to leave.

At the same time.

A white villa near Saadabad Palace in northern Tehran.

Langley sat on a large leather sofa, holding a glass of whiskey with ice in his hand.

On the coffee table were several newly printed reports, all of which were battle damage assessments of the explosion at the grocery store in the south of the city.

The Night Hawk Commando suffered more than half its casualties, which was a significant blow to him.

With new help not yet arriving, his protective forces have been greatly reduced, which inevitably makes him somewhat uneasy.

Smith stood to one side, reporting on the plan to rebuild the intelligence network in the south of the city.

"Chief, the manpower has been deployed, but it will probably take some time to fully recover to the previous level."

Langley waved his hand impatiently, interrupting him.

"I don't want to hear this nonsense, I want results!"

"Two weeks, not a day more."

As they were talking, the encrypted communicator in Smith's pocket suddenly started vibrating violently.

Smith took it out and glanced at it, his expression instantly changing.

He answered the communicator, listened for a few seconds, then hung up and strode over to Langley.

"Chief, something's happened."

Langley looked up abruptly.

"Our insider in the military just sent us an alert."

Smith swallowed hard, his voice strained.

"The General Staff of the Revolutionary Guard has issued a direct order, with Aikhalid personally leading the team. The most elite commando unit of the Quds Force has already departed from its base."

Langley frowned. "Where are they going?"

"The coordinates have been confirmed."

Smith looked at Langley, a cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.

"Our target is right here."