Tehran Grocery Store: My Intelligence is Priced Clearly

Attacking an aircraft carrier is never a simple military operation.

It is a high-stakes political gamble that could have far-reaching consequences.

A full five minutes passed.

Masoud stopped tapping his fingers on the armrest.

He looked up at Darius.

I agree with you.

"You can hit me."

"But we can't hit them too hard."

"What we are currently fighting with the Americans is a war of attrition and a psychological war."

"To put it bluntly, to a certain extent, it's still just a small-scale operation."

"But what if the Washington sinks in the Arabian Sea, or is devastated?"

"Those politicians in the Pentagon will definitely declare war on us."

"At that point, the situation will completely spiral out of control."

Masoud stood up, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window in the living room, and looked out at the dark night.

"What we want is to force the Americans to back down, or even to get them to lift the sanctions against us, not to force them to take us down with them."

Aiharid stepped forward.

"Mr. President, so you mean...?"

Masoud turned around, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes.

"We can avoid hitting the Washington completely."

"We could even land missiles in the sea around it."

Darius frowned.

"Landed around?"

"What's the use of that?"

"Of course it's useful."

Masude's tone became more pronounced.

"That's a deterrent!"

He walked back to the coffee table and pointed to the navigation trajectory on the tablet.

"Haven't the Americans always thought their carrier strike groups were invincible?"

"Don't they think that in this world, apart from the pandas in the east, no one can rival their aircraft carriers?"

"What if our missile lands precisely next to the USS Washington?"

Masoud looked at Dariusz.

"Do those Pentagon generals still think their aircraft carriers are invincible?"

Darius's eyes gradually brightened.

He understood what Massoud meant.

Murder and kill!

Sinking an aircraft carrier would provoke a frenzied retaliation.

But if you simply and precisely hit a missile next to an aircraft carrier, you're sending a message to the whole world.

I can beat you!

I can sink you at any time!

I just don't want to right now!

This looming threat of death is more effective at breaking down the psychological defenses of Americans than a direct sinking!

"Perfect."

Masoud looked at the two of them.

"Didn't the defense industry recently want to test the performance of the Qassem Basir anti-ship ballistic missile?"

Upon hearing the name, Ahrid's spirits lifted.

The Qassem Basil is Iran's latest medium-range anti-ship ballistic missile.

Specifically designed for large surface ships, it has hypersonic penetration capability at the apex.

A flight of 900–1000km takes only 6–7 minutes.

This thing has been in the testing phase for a long time. Although it was officially announced to the public in May 2025, it has not left much data in the world.

Masoud straightened up, his tone becoming extremely firm.

"Take advantage of this opportunity."

"Perfect timing to use the US aircraft carriers as targets to test the performance of Qassem Basil!"

"Let the world see our determination to resist, and our certainty of victory!"

Darius suddenly stood up.

"good!"

"Let's do as the President says!"

"I'll go and make the arrangements right away!"

"Strive to get the missile launchers into their designated positions as quickly as possible!"

Masoud nodded.

"Remember, confidentiality must be maintained."

"The radar station's camouflage must also be completed overnight."

"Now that we have their intelligence, we must ensure that everything goes perfectly!"

"Absolutely no mistakes can be made!"

soon.

Dariusz and Ahmed's car drove away from the presidential palace.

Half an hour later.

The night in Tehran remained deep.

But in the southern mountains, hundreds of kilometers away from Tehran.

A low, mechanical roar broke the tranquility of the valley.

The thick camouflage net was slowly pulled back.

The massive underground bunker doors opened to both sides.

Six heavy launchers, fully loaded with Qassem Basil anti-ship ballistic missiles, emerged from the bunker one after another, like steel behemoths rising from hell.

Under the cover of darkness, the convoy rapidly advanced along concealed military roads toward the designated launch site along the Strait of Hormuz.

At the same time.

Arabian Sea.

The massive USS Washington aircraft carrier is sailing smoothly on the sea.

Inside the bridge, the duty officer sipped coffee and chatted and laughed as he looked at the radar screen.

The surrounding escort destroyers were also patrolling in their usual formation.

Everything seemed so peaceful.

They had no idea that a deadly net had been cast over this 100,000-ton sea behemoth.

the other side.

It's 1:30 a.m.

The night wind in Bazargan carried the smell of sand.

Two black SUVs covered in mud slowly drove into the park.

The car stopped, and the door opened.

Du Jian was the first to jump out of the car.

Li Gang was already waiting in the yard and made a gesture to Du Jian.

The rear door then opened, and a camel carried out a person covered in mud and emitting a pungent odor.

Zhao Ping'an quickly went to meet him.

The sea eagle raised its head.

By the dim light in the courtyard, Zhao Ping'an could see the face clearly.

By this time, Haiying's face was already covered in sand and dust.

His lips were chapped, his eyes were sunken, and his cheekbones were prominent.

His clothes were covered in dried blood and mud.

"Safety."

Seahawk grinned, his voice hoarse.

Zhao Ping'an felt a pang of sadness, stepped forward, hugged him tightly, and patted his back twice.

"It's good that you're back, it's good that you're back."

Haiying gently patted Zhao Ping'an on the shoulder, then looked past him at Zhang Jian, who was standing on the steps.

He didn't know Zhang Jian, but Du Jian had already explained the situation to him along the way.

Without this young man's guidance, he would have died in that minefield long ago.

Haiying pushed away the camel's hand, forced himself to stand up straight, and gave Zhang Jian a perfectly standard military salute.