Tehran Grocery Store: My Intelligence is Priced Clearly

News of Langley's death spread quickly.

On various platforms.

It didn't take long for the story to be featured on the front page of major news websites.

Langley, the CIA's deputy director of headquarters and director of the Middle East bureau, died shortly after setting foot on Tehran.

This news was tantamount to dropping a bombshell on the international stage, instantly attracting global attention.

Zhang Jian lay in bed, drowsily scrolling through news articles on his phone.

On the screen, the Pentagon is holding an emergency press conference.

The spokesperson stood at the front of the stage, his hands resting on the podium, speaking with a serious expression to the long line of cameras and microphones below.

"This is an extremely heinous terrorist attack! A blatant provocation against the United States of America!"

"Iran must bear full responsibility for this!"

"We demand that the Iranian government immediately hand over all its enriched uranium stockpiles and completely abandon all nuclear weapons-related research programs!"

"In addition, new elections must be held under the full supervision of the Pentagon to form a new legitimate government!"

"otherwise……"

The spokesperson paused, then glanced at the reporters in the audience.

"We will send another aircraft carrier into the war zone."

"All subsequent military strikes and economic losses will be borne by Iran itself!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the cameras in the press section below went off in a flurry.

In the audience, a blonde female reporter was the first to raise her hand and stood up before the spokesperson called her name.

"Mr. Spokesperson, I am a reporter from The Washington Post."

"What substantial evidence does the Pentagon currently possess to prove that Director Langley's assassination was directly linked to Iranian officials?"

The spokesperson slammed his hands on the podium and leaned forward.

"Substantial evidence?"

"A high-ranking intelligence officer who dedicated thirty years to the country has been brutally murdered on the streets of Tehran!"

"This is the most irrefutable evidence!"

"If the Iranian government refuses to accept your terms, when will the US military launch its specific operations?"

Does this mean the outbreak of a full-scale war?

The spokesperson looked directly at her.

"I reiterate, the United States of America does not rule out any options."

"Just an hour ago, the Secretary of Defense officially signed the order."

"The Fifth Fleet stationed in Bahrain has entered the highest level of combat readiness."

"At the same time, the nuclear-powered aircraft carrier USS Ford has changed course and is heading at full speed toward the Persian Gulf."

"If Iran does not provide a satisfactory response within a week."

"Our fighter jets and missiles will go to Tehran ourselves to retrieve the answers we want."

"Bullshit."

Zhang Jian lay on the bed, pursing his lips.

Everyone knows what's going on in the Strait of Hormuz.

Let alone an aircraft carrier with such a large tonnage, even if a destroyer came, if Iran really wanted to fight, it would be easy to hit it.

This strait is so small, if you put two aircraft carriers in it, wouldn't they be sitting ducks?

If Iran really pushes us too far, we can just launch a few hypersonic missiles, and Trump will have nowhere to cry.

I'm too lazy to watch the Pentagon's boasting anymore.

Zhang Jian swiped the screen and switched directly to Iran's official news channel.

The styles here are equally diametrically opposed.

The Iranian press officer stood ramrod straight in front of the microphone, with the huge national flag hanging behind him.

"We strongly condemn the CIA's long-standing illegal espionage and assassinations within Iran!"

The press officer's voice was loud and clear, full of energy.

"In response to the illegal activities of the United States, we launched a large-scale counter-espionage operation after careful planning."

"In response to the violent resistance of CIA militants, our security forces retaliated decisively and successfully killed Langley, the CIA's Middle East director."

"This is yet another major achievement for us on the counter-espionage front!"

"As for the so-called conditions put forward by the United States, they are simply absurd!"

The press officer suddenly waved his hand.

"We will never compromise!"

"If the United States continues its unilateral actions and further increases its troop deployment in the Persian Gulf, we will launch a larger-scale and more intense retaliatory operation!"

"The Persian Gulf will become the graveyard of invaders!"

Looking at the screen, Zhang Jian couldn't help but give a thumbs up in his mind.

Ahrid and his hardliners certainly put on a good show with their rhetoric.

However, you can't win a battle just by talking tough.

Zhang Jian threw his phone on the bed, put his hands behind his head, and activated the system in his mind.

"System, check the number of CIA agents currently in Tehran who have not yet been apprehended, as well as their detailed coordinates and identity information."

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

[This intelligence involves a list of CIA undercover agents; a fee of $3000 will be deducted. Do you wish to pay?]

"Payment".

As the account balance fluctuates slightly, a short list appears on the blue virtual screen.

There are only three names.

Zhang Jian picked up the pen and paper on the table and quickly wrote down the information of the three people.

There are only three small fry left. They can't cause any big trouble. We'll just swindle Aiharid out of him again and have him take his men to deal with him.

"System, check again how many of these CIA informants, 'collaborators,' and 'agents' they have cultivated locally are still around?"

[Ding! The target group is broad and its composition is complex.]

[A total of US$147 million will be deducted to access the full detailed list and supporting evidence.]

[Payment required?]

Zhang Jian's hand trembled, and his eyes widened as he stared at the string of zeros behind him.

What is that?

$147 million!

"No! No immediately!"

147 million. According to the system's exorbitant pricing rules, how many people would that be?

Good guy!

How many traitors are lurking in Tehran, or even in the whole of Iran?

No wonder Ahrid and his men fought like sieves on the front lines.

No matter what actions are taken, the Americans are always able to get the information immediately.

Moreover, this is just the beginning of the CIA's development.

If we include other intelligence organizations like Mossad, wouldn't that mean that there are no secrets left in Iran?

Just as I was pondering this, my phone suddenly vibrated.

Ahriyid?

Did he finally call himself?

Zhang Jian leaned back against the headboard and pressed the answer button.

"Zhang, did you send someone to kill Langley?"

Ahrid's heavy voice, tinged with weariness, came through the receiver.

There were no pleasantries, no probing; they went straight to the point.

Zhang Jian raised an eyebrow.

"General, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want."

Zhang Jian tilted his head back, his tone relaxed.

"I'm just an information broker, I don't have the ability to kill Langley."

You overestimate me.

A cold snort came from the other end of the phone.

"Zhang, Smith has already confessed. Are you still going to deny it?"

"This matter might not have been directly handled by your people."

"but!"

"We all know that if you want to..."

"Killing Langley shouldn't be a difficult task for you, right?"