Tehran Grocery Store: My Intelligence is Priced Clearly

Zhang Jian leaned back in his chair, his hands clasped together.

"Brother, you need to understand something."

Zhang Jian spoke calmly.

"I'm just a businessman who runs a grocery store."

"You can't expect me to drive a pickup truck, haul two cans of gasoline, to Qatar to bomb a US airbase, can you?"

Amir's face flushed red instantly, and he slammed the note in his hand onto the table.

"Then what are you talking about here?!"

"Don't rush."

Zhang Jian raised his hand and pressed it down.

"Although I can't do it myself, revenge isn't something that has to be done personally."

"Why do you have to do it yourself when you can get things done with money or by using someone else?"

Zhang Jian leaned forward slightly.

"For example, we can sell this intelligence directly to the military."

"military?"

Amir burst into maniacal laughter, as if he had heard the funniest joke.

He laughed so hard he almost fell over, and tears were streaming down his face.

"You expect me to rely on those idiots?"

The laughter stopped abruptly.

Amir suddenly turned around, kicked away the empty wine bottle at his feet, and placed his hands on the keyboard.

"Crackling and popping..."

A dazzling sound of keyboard typing filled the room.

The code on the screen scrolled wildly like a waterfall.

A few seconds later, he pressed the Enter key heavily.

A hidden, encrypted folder popped up.

Password input.

The screen was instantly filled with English documents, satellite images, and even a few blurry surveillance videos, covering all three monitors.

"See for yourself!"

Amir pointed coldly at the screen in the middle.

Zhang Jian stood up and took a few steps closer.

My gaze swept quickly across the screen.

On the screen in front of me, detailed information about the previous Twelve-Day War was clearly displayed.

Even David Miller's personal resume was exactly the same as the intelligence he provided!

Although some details are not perfect, the core information is completely consistent.

Even a photo of David Miller wearing a U.S. military flight suit and smiling broadly is prominently displayed in the center of the screen.

"Do you think I've just locked myself in here all this time, doing nothing but drinking and sleeping?"

Amir turned his head, his eyes frighteningly red.

"On the third day after the end of the Twelve-Day War, I hacked into the peripheral network of the U.S. Central Command!"

"I spent a whole month sleeping only three hours a day."

"Like a rat in a sewer, rummaging through their database bit by bit!"

"Finally, this information was pieced together!"

Amir became more and more excited as he spoke.

"And what about our great and valiant military?"

"On the day of the incident, they were still sorting out the chaotic internal situation!"

"If the Pentagon hadn't held a press conference, they probably wouldn't have obtained even the most detailed intelligence!"

Amir gritted his teeth and painfully tugged at his hair.

"A bunch of cowards who can't even protect their own country's soldiers, who can't even understand intelligence, you expect me to avenge them?"

"If I give them the intelligence, would they dare go to Qatar to kill people? Would they dare!"

Looking at Amir, who was filled with hatred, Zhang Jian finally understood.

Good guy.

So all that hopeless, worthless act was just an act.

The reason he's been arguing with me for so long is entirely because of the note I gave him.

This kid is testing himself!

If he cannot produce this sufficiently accurate and core intelligence today, or if the content of the intelligence differs from what he found himself.

He probably wouldn't even need to say a few words before being kicked out, mistaken for a military lobbyist.

A genius is a genius.

Even when in the deepest abyss, their minds work faster than the average person's.

Zhang Jian struck a new pose.

"Now that you've found this out, with your skills, it shouldn't be difficult to post a bounty on the dark web or anonymously send the intelligence to other armed groups, right?"

Amir raised his head.

"Do you think this is a video game?"

"I'm a hacker, not a god!"

Amir pointed to his own nose.

"I've already done my best to find his name and photo."

"If we delve deeper into his real-time coordinates and base deployment, we will trigger the core defense mechanisms of the US military."

"Once their cyber warfare units track me down, I won't even have a chance to run."

"Moreover, those middlemen on the dark web are all ravenous wolves who devour people without spitting out the bones."

"Me, a programmer with no connections, going to them with this level of top-secret information? Am I asking for trouble?"

"not to mention……"

Amir gave a bitter laugh and slumped back into his chair.

"I don't have that much money either."

Zhang Jian immediately felt relieved.

"So, it's useless for you to investigate on your own."

"You need someone who has the channels, the power, and the ability to protect you."

He picked up the conversation, pointing to himself.

"What a coincidence, that's exactly the kind of person I am."

Zhang Jian took out his cigarette case and lit another one.

Smoke drifted between the two men.

"The Iranian military's incompetence doesn't mean others are incompetent."

"In this Middle East, you are not the only ones with a blood feud with the Americans."

Zhang Jian flicked off his cigarette ash.

"Hezbollah in Lebanon, the Houthi rebels in Yemen, and even the Shiite militias in Iraq..."

"These are all people who have nothing to lose and aren't afraid of those who have nothing to lose."

"As long as we give him some information about the US military, and then mix our demands into it."

"Do you think those Houthi rebels in their flip-flops would be happy to drop a few suicide drones or cruise missiles at the US military base in Qatar?"

Zhang Jian paused, watching Amir slowly raise his head.

"Even if they fail to penetrate the air force base, David Miller still has his days off, right?"

"There are always times when you need to leave the base to grab a coffee and have some fun, right?"

"As long as he dares to step out of the base, I have a way to make him get blown up in the head by a stray bullet on the street, or blown to pieces in his car."

Zhang Jian stubbed out his cigarette and stared into Amir's eyes.

"Using someone else to do your dirty work, understand?"

As Amir listened to Zhang Jian's words, his breathing became heavier and heavier.

He stared intently into Zhang Jian's eyes, as if trying to find any trace of a lie.

But Zhang Jian simply looked back at him calmly, without the slightest hint of evasion in his eyes.

Silence fell in the room once again.

a long time.

The despondency and confusion in Amir's eyes finally dissipated.

He took a deep breath and stood up straight.

He walked up to Zhang Jian.

"As long as you can help me kill him."

Amir pointed to David Miller's photo on the screen, speaking slowly and deliberately.

"From this day forward, my life belongs to you."