Tehran Grocery Store: My Intelligence is Priced Clearly

Money is not a problem.

"Ahlid said in a deep voice on the other end of the phone."

"As long as you can produce a list of Mossad's undercover agents, the General Staff can afford to pay for it."

Zhang Jian chuckled softly and shifted into a more comfortable position, leaning against the headboard.

"General, this is a huge deal. Are you sure you want to take it on?"

"When it comes to national security, no deal is too big to be taken lightly."

Ahrid's words were resolute.

"I don't care about my side, I'm just afraid..."

"You can't afford this money."

Zhang Jian didn't hang up the phone; instead, he activated the system in his mind.

"System, find out exactly how many Mossad agents there are in Tehran."

"Including those personnel from various departments who were turned by them, plus those informants who were paid to do things, all of them."

[Ding! The target audience is extremely large. Information retrieval in progress...]

Search complete.

Currently, Mossad has 38 officially registered agents within the Tehran area.

A total of 142 administrative and military personnel at various levels were recruited.

[A total of 2856 informants and spies were recruited from outside the network.]

[A complete list of the above individuals and their criminal evidence will incur a fine of US$280 million. Do you wish to pay?]

Zhang Jian stared at the blue virtual screen in front of him, a screen only he could see, his eyelids twitching wildly.

Thirty-eight official agents, more than one hundred moles, and nearly three thousand peripheral informants?

Are these Israelis setting up a secondary base in Tehran?

If all of this were to be revealed, it would likely cause a magnitude 10 earthquake in the entire Tehran political and military circles!

"open?"

After receiving no response for a long time on the phone, Ahlid couldn't help but call out.

Zhang Jian snapped out of his daze.

"General, I still suggest you don't take on this task."

"Give me a brief description first, and then I'll evaluate it."

Ahrid was still somewhat unwilling to give up.

"Alright, then I'll share the intelligence information I have here."

Zhang Jian lowered his voice.

"According to my information, Mossad has a total of 38 official agents in Tehran."

"There are 142 of your internal staff members from various departments who have been recruited."

"As for external informants and agents, there are even more, at least over a thousand."

Zhang Jian recited the three numbers in a calm and measured tone, still saving face at the end.

With over 3000 informants, they've practically covered Tehran...

Not to mention, there are also CIA agents.

The heavy breathing on the other end of the phone instantly disappeared.

More than twenty seconds passed, and there was still no movement from Aiharid's side.

"General?"

Zhang Jian tentatively called out.

"exist."

Aiharid's voice was somewhat hoarse.

Zhang Jian sighed.

"General."

"If you ask me, everyone should sweep the snow from their own doorstep and not worry about the frost on someone else's roof."

"You've already accomplished a great feat by removing all the spies from the General Staff."

"You know the situation in your country better than I do."

Zhang Jian took out a lighter and fiddled with it idly in his hand.

"Your National Defense Force and Revolutionary Guard are two completely different systems."

"Although we usually get along fairly well, if you take this list and go to the National Defense Forces' territory to arrest people..."

"Guess..."

"Will they think you're helping them with counter-espionage, or will they think you're using this as an excuse to make trouble?"

"At that point, let alone arresting people, they might even have to report you to the General Headquarters."

There's an old saying that goes...

"Taking too big a step can easily lead to trouble."

Aiharid took a deep breath.

He was a pure soldier, but that doesn't mean he didn't understand politics.

Zhang Jian's words hit the nail on the head.

The list was too large, so large that it exceeded the limit of what a second-level brigadier general could handle.

If this lid is forcibly lifted, the whole of Iran will tremble.

Moreover, at this critical juncture, it is clearly not appropriate to make any major moves.

What if those people become desperate and do something rash...

The consequences of this are something he cannot afford to bear.

"you're right."

Aiharid sighed and accepted Zhang Jian's suggestion.

"Then let's just investigate the internal departments of the General Staff for now."

Zhang Jian immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"System, narrow down the scope. Investigate only within the Revolutionary Guard General Staff, Mossad's informants and recruited personnel."

[Ding! Target area locked.]

Within the Revolutionary Guard General Staff, 14 individuals linked to Mossad were identified.

[A detailed list and supporting evidence will be provided, but a fee of US$15 will be deducted. Confirm payment?]

"confirm."

The account balance dropped again.

On the virtual screen in front of them, rows of detailed personnel information scrolled out.

"General, let me explain and you write it down."

"Um."

Ahrid responded.

"The first one is Hassan Treman, the Deputy Minister of Logistics."

"The second one is the Deputy Director of the Strategic Planning Department, Fareed."

"The third one is Majid, a senior analyst in the Intelligence Analysis Room."

"The fourth one, the communications department..."

Zhang Jian read them aloud one after another.

The static on the other end of the phone grew louder and louder.

The more Zhang Jian read, the more pathetic he felt.

The General Staff of the Revolutionary Guard is the core brain of the Iranian military!

The results of it?

Logistics, intelligence, communications, equipment...

Mossad personnel are present in almost every key department.

Some of them were even the top two leaders of their departments.

The CIA and Mossad have practically turned the General Staff into a leaky sieve.

If they catch all of them, at least half of the General Staff will be paralyzed.

Zhang Jian spent a full two minutes reading out the fourteen names.

"That's all I know."

Zhang Jian picked up the teacup on the table, took another sip of the cool black tea, and moistened his throat.

"That's it?"

On the other end of the phone, Akhalid's deep voice rang out.

"What? General, isn't that enough?"

"Fourteen people, all from key departments of your General Staff."

"If we wipe them all out, will your operations still be able to function normally?"

With the Langley incident and the CIA mole list as a precedent, Ahmad appeared much calmer and more composed this time.

He took a few deep breaths, forcibly suppressing the anger in his heart.

"Zhang, thank you."

His tone became serious.

"This list is crucial to us."

"I will handle the equipment matter personally."

"Your order will be delivered to you by tomorrow afternoon at the latest."

"That's wonderful, General."

"It's a pleasure working with you."

Zhang Jian smiled.

"Oh, right, there's one more thing."

Ahrid paused, his tone becoming somewhat subtle.

"Salihi, the commander of the Holy City Brigade, asked me to give him a message."

"He wants to ask you if you have any intelligence on the Holy City Brigade."