Tehran Grocery Store: My Intelligence is Priced Clearly

Shantytowns in northern Tehran.

With a loud "clang".

The wooden door of the corner room in courtyard number 174 was violently forced open from the inside.

Langley emerged covered in dust and dirt, panting heavily.

His suit was covered in dust.

Smith followed closely behind.

Clutching a pistol, he warily scanned his surroundings.

"Chief, over here!"

A field agent pointed to a narrow alley outside the courtyard wall.

There was a dilapidated Samander parked there, their last resort.

Langley leaned against the wall, gritting his teeth and cursing under his breath.

"I'll settle this score with Aiharid sooner or later!"

Smith pushed open the courtyard gate and escorted Langley outside.

"Chief, let's leave here first."

"Although this area is chaotic, the Iranians acted too quickly."

Just then, blinding tactical spotlights suddenly shone from the shadows at both ends of the alley.

"وقف! (Stop right there!)"

A roar in pure Persian echoed through the alleyways.

Dozens of Quds Force commandos dressed in black combat uniforms and wearing bulletproof helmets rushed out from all directions.

The automatic rifle in his hand spat out fire.

Da da da! Da da da!

"Fuck! There's an ambush!"

Smith reacted quickly, shoving Langley behind a section of broken wall.

The CIA agents truly lived up to their reputation as the elite of the elite; they remained remarkably calm even when ambushed.

The twelve agents immediately dispersed.

He used the courtyard wall to suppress fire, firing a series of precise bursts from his submachine gun.

One of them even pulled out two stun grenades from his pocket and threw them into the alley without even looking at them.

boom!boom!

The intense white light and noise caused the Revolutionary Guard soldiers at the forefront to pause in their movements.

"Don't linger! Retreat south! That's a slum area; they can't get their vehicles in there!"

Langley shouted.

Several agents quickly joined up.

With the desperate cover of several agents, he managed to squeeze through the gaps in the encirclement.

"Quick! Grab him! Don't let him into the shantytown!"

The squad leader of the assault team was furious, firing and yelling into the radio at the same time.

But the terrain here is really disgusting, with clotheslines and piles of old tires everywhere.

Although the commandos outnumbered each other, they were unable to maneuver effectively in this environment.

Langley looked at a low wall less than fifty meters ahead. Once he climbed over it, there would be a chaotic area of ​​buildings stretching for several kilometers.

Once he got there, he was like a mudfish that had disappeared into the sea; no one could find him again.

"Chief, quick! Let me help you up!"

Smith rushed to the wall and crossed his hands on his knees.

Langley, panting heavily, used Smith's hand as leverage to push off, and half of his body was already leaning against the wall.

He glanced back.

Behind him, Iranian commando soldiers were being held back by his men, sparks flying everywhere.

"Akhalid, you old bastard, wait until I get back..."

Langley gritted his teeth, preparing to climb over the wall.

On the rooftops in the distance.

Ali observed the chaotic scene through the scope.

When Langley's head appeared on the wall and paused for less than half a second.

He finally moved.

Instead of immediately pulling the trigger, he slightly adjusted the muzzle of the gun according to the wind direction.

His finger rested on the trigger, feeling the slight movement.

Inhale, hold your breath.

The world seemed to stand still at that moment.

There were no loud gunshots, no Langley's curses, only the slightly swaying back of a head in the scope.

Right now.

Ali suddenly snapped his index finger back.

boom!

A large-caliber rifle bullet was ejected from the barrel.

Carrying a scorching airflow, it spun and drew an almost straight arc in the air.

The bullet, traveling at over 800 meters per second, precisely pierced Langley's right temple!

The scene was incredibly impressive in the scope's view!

The moment Langley's head was hit, it felt like a ripe watermelon being struck by a heavy hammer.

Red and white, along with tiny bone fragments, instantly splattered in a radial pattern onto the white wall behind.

Langley, who was still raging fiercely, didn't even have time to let out a scream before his body went limp and he fell off the wall.

It crashed heavily into the mud and water, and then fell silent.

"The bureau chief?!"

Smith was stunned.

He felt a warm liquid on his face.

I wiped it off, and it was all a sticky substance of red and white.

He stared blankly at the corpse on the ground, half of which was missing its head, his mind completely blank.

Langley, CIA Deputy Director General and Director of the Middle East Division.

And just like that... he died on the wall of a dilapidated slum?

"Sniper! To the southeast!"

Smith screamed in agony and frantically pulled the trigger in Ali's direction.

But there's nothing left there now.

Ali's movements were fluid and seamless the instant he fired the shot.

They retreated and sheathed their weapons.

He quickly disassembled the sniper rifle into several large parts and stuffed them into the tactical backpack on his back.

Then, using the zipline behind the water tower, I slid directly to the roof of another building.

The entire process takes no more than ten seconds.

By the time the commando soldiers reached the wall, only Smith was left kneeling on the ground, firing wildly.

"Ceasefire! Ceasefire!"

The squad leader rushed over, kicked the gun out of Smith's hand, then looked down at the corpse on the ground and shuddered.

"Report...Reporting to the General."

The squad leader's voice trembled.

"Lanley...is dead."

Inside the command vehicle in front of the villa.

Aiharid suddenly stood up.

"What did you say?"

"Dead? How did he die?!"

The squad leader looked at Langley, who was missing parts, on the ground, and struggled to move his Adam's apple.

"He got shot in the head by a sniper, his head was smashed."

Aiharid was stunned.

His original plan was to capture him alive, which would have been a huge political bargaining chip.

But now...

"A sniper? One of ours?"

"Ahlid asked urgently."

"They're not one of ours, General."

The squad leader looked at the empty rooftops in the distance.

"There are no arrangements made by us over there at all."

"And that marksmanship... was too accurate, one shot and he was dead."

Aiharid's first thought was Zhang Jian.

But then he shook his head.

"That's impossible."

He was talking to himself.

"The weapons list submitted by Zhang Jian's security team didn't include any such large-caliber lethal weapons!"

He frowned and paced back and forth in the car.

Could it be that other forces did this?

Hezbollah in Lebanon?

Or perhaps the Houthis?

Besides them, who else could harbor such deep resentment towards the CIA?

"General, what do we do now?"

An inquiry came over the radio.

Aiharid took a deep breath and remained silent for a long time.

"Stay put."

"Protect the scene, I'm coming right now."