Tehran Grocery Store: My Intelligence is Priced Clearly

"no problem!"

Zhao Ping'an readily agreed.

As long as there's a road, the family will do everything they can to rescue the kite.

"OK."

Zhang Jian snapped his fingers.

"Then go and contact Director Chen now and get all the information about the kite."

"Name, disguised identity, public position, photo, height and weight, blood type, and even whether there are obvious scars on the body."

"The more detailed the better, I want all of this."

Zhao Ping'an nodded and turned to leave the basement.

"etc."

Zhang Jian suddenly called out to him.

Zhao Ping'an stopped in his tracks and turned to look at Zhang Jian.

Zhang Jian gestured with his chin toward Jack, who was slumped in his chair, then turned to look at Li Gang and Du Jian, who had been standing in the corner as background figures for a while.

"Team Leader Li, Team Leader Du."

"There's no point in keeping this guy around."

"Considering he explained things fairly well just now, let's give him a quick death."

Jack's previously ashen face finally showed some emotion.

However, it only lasted for a fleeting moment.

He had already anticipated this outcome.

Li Gang nodded.

He strode forward, pulled a black nylon noose from the shelf next to him, and expressionlessly put it around Jack's neck.

Du Jian stepped forward and firmly pressed down on Jack's shoulder.

Zhao Ping'an glanced at Jack, who was struggling as the rope tightened, then looked away and quickly walked out of the basement.

Twenty minutes later.

Zhang Jian sat under the pergola in the courtyard, with a sky full of stars overhead.

A cold wind blew through Bazargan at night, bringing a chill.

Zhao Ping'an strode out of the house, carrying a black encrypted tablet computer.

He plopped down opposite Zhang Jian and pushed the tablet towards him.

"Director Chen sent it personally."

Zhao Pingan lowered his voice.

"Kite's top-secret files can only be accessed by the highest-ranking personnel in the Overseas Intelligence Division."

Zhang Jian picked up the tablet; the unlock password had already been entered on the screen.

He glanced speechlessly at Zhao Ping'an beside him.

I've already entered the password, but now I'm just waiting for the confirmation button to appear.

Is it necessary? There are no outsiders here.

Press the confirmation button.

The screen lit up again, and a detailed file popped up.

The top right corner shows an ID photo.

The man in the photo looks to be in his early forties, wearing gold-rimmed glasses and with his hair neatly combed.

He has a refined appearance and exudes the air of a shrewd and capable businessman.

Name: Song Yaoxian.

Disguised identity: General Manager of Dubai Ocean International Trading Co., Ltd.

Main business: Import and export trade of bulk commodities in the Middle East.

Below is a densely packed record of physiological characteristics such as height, weight, and blood type.

Zhang Jian slid his finger across the screen, quickly scanning the information.

Zhao Ping'an sat opposite him, looking nervous.

A full three minutes passed.

Zhang Jian's finger suddenly stopped on a certain line on the screen.

He stared at the line of text for a few seconds, his brows furrowing slightly.

Upon seeing this, Zhao Ping'an's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly stepped forward to ask.

"What's wrong?"

"fine."

He spun the tablet around and pushed it back in front of Zhao Ping'an.

"I already know about the kite's situation. Let me contact it and see."

Zhang Jian stood up from the chair and swayed as he walked to the side.

Zhao Ping'an watched his retreating figure anxiously, wishing he could kick him to make him go faster.

Walking into a secluded, shady spot, Zhang Jian took out his phone.

The idea of ​​calling informants is complete nonsense.

Where in the world are there so many informants with extraordinary abilities who can reach into the CIA's Middle East Special Operations Group?

All he can rely on is the system.

[System, check 'Kite's' current situation and the CIA's plans to capture him.]

[Ding! Intelligence generated... This query will deduct $250000 from your account balance. Confirm payment?]

"confirm."

Trading $250,000 for the life of a strategic-level center is a worthwhile deal.

Moreover, the money comes from the sheep, so Guoan will definitely have to make up for it later.

A flash of blue light appeared before my eyes, and the virtual screen reappeared.

An extremely detailed electronic map and personnel deployment list were displayed directly on it.

Zhang Jian quickly skimmed through the information, his eyebrows involuntarily twitching.

The CIA's Middle East division has really gone all out.

The public identity of the kite is Song Yaoxian, the general manager of Yuanyang International Trading Company, who usually lives in a high-end apartment in downtown Dubai.

Now, three surveillance vehicles disguised as municipal maintenance vehicles are parked downstairs in that apartment building.

The security guards at the entrances and exits of the office building where the company is located have all been replaced with plainclothes CIA agents.

Even the coffee shop where the kite usually goes has had its staff replaced by their own people.

This net is airtight.

Let alone a person, even if a fly flies out, they will check whether it is male or female.

No wonder Jack said he would close the net in the next couple of days.

It seemed they had completely surrounded the kite; their people were everywhere imaginable.

"System, based on the current situation, generate an optimal evacuation route for the kite."

[Ding! Route generation in progress...]

[Route calculation complete. A deduction of US$140000 from your account balance is required. Confirm payment?]

"Payment".

In just a short while, Zhang Jian's account had lost 390,000 yuan.

Soon, a crooked and bizarre evacuation route map appeared before them.

Zhang Jian looked at the route, and the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

The solution provided by the system is as wild as ever.

However, upon closer examination, this is indeed the only way to keep a person alive at present.

After calming himself down, Zhang Jian put his phone back in his pocket and strolled slowly back to the shaded pavilion.

When Zhao Ping'an saw Zhang Jian return, he couldn't help but lean forward a few degrees.

"How is it?"

"What did they say over there? Can they save him or not?"