Tehran Grocery Store: My Intelligence is Priced Clearly

boom!

It felt like a bomb had exploded in Jack's head.

He slumped completely in the chair, his face turning deathly pale, and even his lips were trembling.

"No...it's impossible..."

"That transaction was conducted through a single contact...nobody knew about it..."

"You're bluffing me! You must be bluffing me!"

Jack screamed hysterically.

"Trying to fool you?"

Zhang Jian chuckled, leaned forward, and rested his elbows on his knees.

"Jack, you think too highly of yourself."

"Killing you is no different than crushing an ant for me. Why would I bother bluffing you like that?"

Jack was breathing heavily, his chest heaving violently.

He stared intently at Zhang Jian, his face covered in blood, looking ferocious and terrifying.

But in those bloodshot eyes, the panic hidden beneath could no longer be concealed.

"Stop playing tricks on me!"

Jack yelled at the top of his lungs.

"No one can find out anything about that money!"

"You think you can scare me with some random number?"

"I'm telling you, twenty-four hours!"

"If my security code isn't sent back to Langley by the deadline, you're finished!"

Zhang Jian didn't respond.

He slowly reached into his pocket, pulled out a black pen, and then tore a crumpled piece of white paper from the table next to him.

Remove the pen cap.

Zhang Jian lowered his head and quickly wrote a line of English letters and numbers on a piece of white paper.

Jack was still roaring.

But everyone's attention was already focused on Zhang Jian, who was writing something.

soon.

"Smack."

Zhang Jian threw the pen on the table, grabbed the piece of white paper, and slammed it onto the table in front of Jack.

"You just said that as long as you don't lose contact for more than 24 hours, the CIA won't receive an alert, right?"

Zhang Jian tapped the paper with his finger.

"Then take a look at your identity verification information and the dynamic security code you sent to headquarters today. Is this it?"

Jack instinctively lowered his head.

My gaze fell on the white paper.

I only glanced at it.

He shuddered violently, as if someone had poured a bucket of ice water over his head on the coldest day of winter.

Three lines of text were clearly written on the white paper.

First line: Identification code, JM-774-X.

Second line: Emergency contact frequency band, UHF-342.8.

Third line: Today's security verification dynamic password, Bravo-Tango-Niner-Actual.

All correct.

Not a single letter is off!

Especially the dynamic password in the last line, which was the highest-level key he had just generated before setting off.

There is absolutely no way that a third person in the world could know this except for himself and the operator!

"No, that's impossible!"

Jack's lips trembled violently, and the muscles in his face twitched wildly.

"How did you get my dynamic password?!"

"That's absolutely impossible!"

"Who exactly are you people?!"

Jack's psychological defenses shattered completely at that moment.

What he is proud of.

His 24-hour disconnection alert was his lifeline.

It was so easy to get it from this Eastern man in front of me!

The other party even knew his dynamic password that he had just updated today.

It's entirely possible to forge his communication signature and send a perfectly normal signal to headquarters.

Let alone 24 hours.

Even if he were tortured in this basement for a month, no one would notice!

"As for the Sea Eagle's exposure..."

He paused, looked at Jack's pale face, and spoke in a flat tone.

"It has absolutely nothing to do with that black market intelligence dealer, Black."

"Last year, your CIA's cyber warfare division implanted a high-level backdoor program into the underlying logic of the Turkish customs immigration management system."

"The second that Haiying crossed the border with a forged passport."

"His facial bone structure and iris data were directly transmitted to the Langley headquarters server through this backdoor."

"Your algorithm automatically matched the wanted list."

"We just didn't know his mission, so we didn't arrest him. We wanted to play the long game and catch a big fish, and then make a big move."

Am I right?

The basement fell silent once again.

Jack froze completely in his chair.

He opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

If Zhang Jian's revelation of his embezzled funds and access codes only instilled fear in him...

Now, this guy's casual remark about the Turkish customs backdoor has already driven him to despair.

This is the CIA Middle East Division's greatest asset and pride!

The reason why the entire Turkish station stands above all other stations is because of this!

But this guy in front of me not only knew about the existence of the backdoor program, but he also knew the details of data synchronization and algorithm matching perfectly!

What kind of monster is this?!

Standing to the side, Zhao Ping'an felt his scalp tingle and a cold sweat instantly broke out on his back.

Has the Turkish customs system been compromised by a backdoor planted by the CIA?

This news is absolutely a bombshell!

It's important to know that Türkiye is a crucial hub connecting the Middle East and Europe.

Many domestic field personnel and important supplies choose to transit through Turkey.

They had always assumed that the customs system there was secure, and had even cultivated good relationships with several local customs officials.

did not expect……

In the eyes of the CIA, their meticulously planned evacuation route was completely transparent!

If Zhang Jian hadn't exposed this today, who knows how many more comrades would have fallen into this trap!

However, even the top hacking team at the National Security Headquarters couldn't uncover a single clue about this level of strategic intelligence.

How could Zhang Jian actually get his hands on this?

Moreover, judging from his nonchalant demeanor, this seemed to be only a negligible small part of the information he possessed.

Jack was breathing heavily, his eyes fixed on Zhang Jian.

After a while.

"You win."

He finally lowered his stubborn head.

At this moment, he had lost his earlier toughness.

His voice was hoarse, carrying a deep sense of helplessness.

"Whatever you want to know, I... I'll tell you."