Tehran Grocery Store: My Intelligence is Priced Clearly

Fifteen minutes later.

Three vehicles with military license plates drove wildly into the shantytown and stopped outside the alley.

Aiharid pushed open the car door, not even wearing a helmet, and strode over.

Where are they?

The squad leader pointed to the headless corpse on the ground.

"Is this Langley?"

Aiharid froze, his brow throbbing wildly.

The entire person, from the neck up, was gone.

The blood had long since drained from the jagged wound, and its color was gradually darkening.

On the white wall next to it, red and white residue remained, making it look gruesome no matter how you looked at it.

"Reporting to the general, his identity has been confirmed; it is him."

The squad leader wiped the sweat from his face, his tone complicated.

"When we rushed over, he was about to climb over the wall, and then... he was shot in the head."

Aiharid crouched down, carefully examined the wound, and then looked up at the high point in the distance.

"Where did that shot come from?"

"Over there, on a rooftop in the shantytown, is considered the highest point in this area."

The squad leader pointed in a direction.

"I've already sent people to search, and we've found the location, but the person has already fled."

"The opponent is a master, a top-tier one."

Ahrid remained silent.

Zhang Jian's name resurfaced in his mind.

"open……"

Ahrid muttered to himself.

"General, should we investigate that Chinese man?"

The adjutant next to him leaned over and lowered his voice.

"This is too much of a coincidence."

Aiharid stood up, brushed the dust off his trousers, and looked deep into his mind.

"Investigate? How do you investigate?"

"We have the information on his security personnel."

"The only person who could have carried out this operation was Ali, who came from the Quds Force."

"Although Ali was a sniper, his left hand is now useless."

"Moreover, none of the weapons that Fahad initially reported included large-caliber sniper rifles."

"Most importantly, why did Zhang Jian do this?"

"He's already made a million dollars selling us the intelligence, what good would it do him to send someone to kill Langley?"

The adjutant hesitated for a moment.

"Perhaps... they're afraid of Langley's retaliation?"

"That's possible, but if Langley is arrested, how will we retaliate against him?"

"A person sitting in prison can remotely control CIA intelligence agents outside? Do you think that's plausible?"

Aiharid looked at the body being carried onto the stretcher, then at Smith being escorted into the car.

"Go back and interrogate the rest of them immediately. I need to know the whole story right now!"

"Yes! But..."

The adjutant reminded him.

"General, headquarters is still waiting for news. Should we report the situation first...?"

Aiharid took a deep breath, took out his phone, and dialed the encrypted communication line of the command headquarters.

New base, second floor.

Zhang Jian sat on the sofa with a cup of steaming black tea in front of him.

Farhad sat in the shadows opposite, his gaze occasionally drifting towards the window.

"Boss, aren't you worried that Alibaba won't come back?"

Farhad suddenly spoke, breaking the silence.

Zhang Jian smiled, picked up his teacup, and took a sip.

"If he can't even do this simple thing right, then he doesn't need to stay by my side."

Just then, a slight sound of a door opening came from downstairs.

A moment later, Ali walked into the room with his bag on his back, his face indifferent.

"Boss, it's all taken care of."

Farhad's pupils contracted sharply as he looked at Zhang Jian again.

"You've worked hard, go and rest."

Ali nodded, turned and went downstairs.

Zhang Jian put down his teacup and turned to look at Fahad.

Why are you staring at me like that?

Farhad pondered for a moment before slowly speaking.

"Boss, General Al-Khalid isn't stupid; he'll definitely suspect you."

"Suspicion is one thing, but where's the evidence?"

"There is evidence, actually."

Farhad drew the curtains on the other side, turned around, and walked over.

"Boss, have you forgotten? 'The Blacksmith' got arrested by the CIA."

His words instantly sent chills down Zhang Jian's spine.

Yes, the "blacksmith" has already revealed his portrait and some details of the transaction!

"Sand Fox" also leaked his information to Langley and the others!

He only thought about killing Langley, but those close to Langley probably already know about his situation!

Damn it, you're overthinking it!

Zhang Jian's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly brought up the system.

[System, please help me determine how many people within the CIA know about my situation and that they are aware of my arms purchases at the bazaar!]

[Ding! Target information retrieval in progress...]

[A deduction of $1500 will be made.]

A pale blue virtual screen unfolds downwards, revealing a line of data.

[Detection revealed that only three people within the CIA knew the host's detailed information and were involved in the arms purchase.]

[They are: Langley (deceased), Smith, and Hall]

really!

Besides Langley, there are two other people who know about my situation!

[System, continue checking the location of the 'blacksmith' and what information the 'blacksmith' initially provided.]

[Ding! Target information retrieval in progress...]

[A deduction of $500 will be made.]

The blue virtual screen refreshes.

[Upon investigation, the "Blacksmith" was located at the basement of No. 139, Evan Street, northern Tehran. The information provided pertains to the purchase of items by Fahad, but details regarding the host's purchases were not disclosed.]

"call."

Zhang Jian took a deep breath.

Fortunately, there's still a chance to salvage the situation!

Damn it, this is my first time acting as an information broker, and I'm still not careful enough.

"Farhad, quick, call 'Old Ghost' up here!"

Soon, "Old Ghost" came up from downstairs.

"Boss, you were looking for me."

Zhang Jian handed him the location he had just written down.

"Go to this address right now. I don't want to hear anything more about us from the 'blacksmith'!"

"Old Ghost" glanced at the note, a cruel, sinister smile spreading across his face.

"Don't worry, boss."

As he spoke, Zhang Jian handed him another slip of paper.

"Give this to Ali; he knows what to do!"

"Then, call Shahra up!"

"Old Ghost" turned and left.

Three minutes later.

Shahra pushed open the door and came in.

"Zhang, you were looking for me."

Zhang Jian pointed to the sofa next to him.

"sit."

Shahra looked at him with a puzzled expression, then sat down beside him in surprise.

"Has General Al-Khalid contacted you?"

Zhang Jian turned his head and got straight to the point.

Shahra frowned slightly, then shook her head.

"no."

Zhang Jian took a deep breath.

It seems it's time to lay our cards on the table.