Tehran Grocery Store: My Intelligence is Priced Clearly

Li Gang turned to look at Zhao Ping'an.

Zhao Pingan shook his head and lowered his voice.

Something's not right.

"Haiying has received extremely strict security training. Even if he hires a smuggler, he will definitely use multiple disguises and it is impossible for local informants to easily see through his secrets."

"This guy is lying; he's just stalling for time!"

Li Gang's face darkened, and without saying a word, he picked up a towel and was about to cover Jack's face with it.

"Captain Li, don't bother."

Li Gang paused, then turned to look at him.

Zhao Pingan shook his head.

"This guy is right, ordinary methods won't work on him."

"Field agents who have received top-level desensitization training can even alleviate the feeling of suffocation caused by drowning by controlling their heart rate and muscle contractions."

"Even if you force-feed him several more bottles of saline solution, as long as he doesn't die, at most he'll just suffer a little more physical pain."

"If he's determined to hold a grudge, it'll be really hard to get him to talk within 24 hours."

Upon hearing this, Jack, who was tied to the chair, immediately grinned and let out a hoarse, maniacal laugh.

"Hahaha!"

"You're smart!"

"Don't waste your energy, just wait for our revenge!"

"You bunch of yellow-skinned monkeys, none of you will escape!"

Li Gang's face was gloomy.

He hadn't expected that things would be so easy when Zhang Jian interrogated them, but so difficult when it was their turn.

They wouldn't say that the previous group of people were all spineless.

When it's your turn, you'll get rock hard, right?

When did these Americans become so principled?

Zhao Pingan turned his head and looked at Zhang Jian, who was sitting next to him, smoking and playing on his phone.

"Zhang Jian."

His tone carried a mixture of helplessness and hope.

"You should do it."

time does not wait.

Once 24 hours have passed, the CIA will receive news that he has gone missing.

When they check the location of the missing persons, they will find Bazargan.

They had already sent people before, but they just couldn't pinpoint their location.

In addition, Iran has been provoking them recently, which has reduced his weight somewhat.

But once the lost signal is sent again, Bazargan will inevitably reappear on the CIA intelligence center's desk.

No one can guarantee that the desperate Americans won't launch a massive bombing raid on Bazargan.

If they actually get blown up, it would be a huge loss.

Zhang Jian didn't rush to answer, but slowly took a drag of his cigarette.

A bluish-white smoke billowed out and slowly dissipated in mid-air.

He had actually activated the system in his mind long ago.

"System, investigate Jack Miller's background and the real reason why the Seahawks were exposed."

"Ideally, we'd have some dirt on him that the CIA wouldn't let go of, and a way to resolve his disappearance."

[Ding! System query in progress...]

[This intelligence inquiry will incur a charge of $80000 USD. Do you wish to confirm payment?]

"confirm!"

As Zhang Jian confirmed, the blue virtual screen in front of him reappeared.

Lines of dense, small text scrolled rapidly.

Less than three seconds.

Several extremely confidential pieces of private information were clearly listed in front of Zhang Jian.

Zhang Jian glanced at the content on the screen and his lips twitched slightly.

He threw the cigarette butt in his hand on the ground and stomped on it twice with the sole of his shoe.

He stood up, pulled over his chair, walked directly to the opposite side of Jack, and sat down with an air of authority.

Jack stopped laughing and stared intently at Zhang Jian.

"What's wrong?"

"Your turn?"

"What tactics are you planning to use this time?"

I advise you...

"Two years ago, in the southern suburbs of Damascus, Syria."

Zhang Jian suddenly spoke up, interrupting Jack's taunts.

The voice wasn't loud, but every word was clear.

Jack's expression froze, and the rest of his words got stuck in his throat.

Zhang Jian leaned forward slightly, placing his hands crossed on his knees.

"You led the team that carried out the decapitation operation targeting high-ranking local anti-government forces."

"The operation was a great success."

"But the $4.2 million in operating funds allocated by CIA headquarters 'unexpectedly' disappeared during the handover process."

"The reason you reported it was that the convoy transporting the funds was attacked by mortars and all the money was burned."

Jack's breathing became rapid instantly.

He stared wide-eyed at Zhang Jian, his facial muscles twitching uncontrollably.

"What...what nonsense are you talking about!"

"Headquarters has already verified that attack; what does it have to do with me!"

Zhang Jian ignored his rebuttal and continued to stare at him as he spoke.

"Verify?"

"That's because you bribed the auditor in charge of verification."

"The four million two hundred thousand US dollars were not burned at all. Instead, you laundered it into an anonymous account at a Swiss bank through black market channels."

"The last four digits of the account number are 7742."

"Right?"

The basement fell into complete silence.

All that remained was Jack's heavy, labored breathing.

Zhao Pingan and Li Gang exchanged a glance, both seeing undisguised shock on each other's faces.

They hadn't followed Zhang Jian in interrogations many times. The last time, Zhao Ping'an had always thought that he had just happened to find out the other side's information.

Unexpectedly, this kind of intelligence came a second time!

And all of this happened in such a short time!

How long did they spend in the basement?

All in all, is it half an hour?

This intelligence gathering ability is just too abnormal!

Jack struggled violently, causing the chair to creak and groan.

"Who are you?!"

"How could you possibly know these things!"

This money was obtained illegally by him at the risk of losing his life.

Even his superior at the CIA didn't know.

How could they possibly have investigated this so thoroughly!

"Don't rush."

Zhang Jian leaned back in his chair, his tone remaining calm.

"If it's just embezzling funds, at most you'll be put on a military court and imprisoned for ten years or so."

"Someone like you probably wouldn't care about these things."

"but……"

Zhang Jian drawled out his words.

"If I have someone send a message to the CIA."

"Tell them that you sold the intelligence about the two bears that the CIA obtained to the Russian intelligence agency at a high price."

"I wonder if you'll even be alive to spend the four million two hundred thousand you hid after being punished for this crime."