Tehran Grocery Store: My Intelligence is Priced Clearly

"Brother Zhao, you've been in intelligence work for so many years, how come you don't even understand the most basic reverse thinking?"

"Since the CIA is preparing to close in late two nights, it means they are only setting up surveillance on the periphery and do not intend to make arrests immediately."

"If the kite suddenly doesn't go out tomorrow morning, or shows any abnormal behavior, that will immediately alert them and force them to take action in advance."

"Going to work normally is the safest disguise."

Zhao Ping'an was stunned for a moment, and after thinking about it, he realized that it made sense.

But he immediately pointed to another node on the map.

"What about this one?"

"At 10:30 AM, have Kite go to the shopping mall across from the office building and go to the men's restroom on the second floor?"

"This shopping mall is a semi-enclosed space, and his company is right across the street."

"The CIA will definitely follow him in; isn't that like trapping himself in a dead end?"

Zhang Jian leaned back and shifted to a more comfortable position.

"You only saw the shopping mall, but not its internal structure."

"The ventilation ducts in the men's restroom on the second floor of that shopping mall lead directly to the underground parking lot."

"Furthermore, the mall's property management will arrange a routine septic tank cleaning operation at 10:40 a.m. tomorrow."

"The cleaning truck is parked directly below the ventilation opening in area B of the underground parking lot."

Zhao Pingan immediately zoomed in on the tablet in his hand.

Just as Zhang Jian said!

"So, you mean...?"

"Let the kite climb down the ventilation duct and hide it in the cleaning truck?"

"right."

Zhang Jian snapped his fingers.

"The cleaning truck is dirty and smelly; CIA agents wouldn't stoop to investigating that."

"They would never consider hiding their target in such a place unless they were forced to."

"After leaving the mall, the car will drive directly to a sewage treatment plant in the suburbs."

"This route avoids most of the high-definition surveillance cameras in downtown Dubai."

As Zhao Ping'an stared at the route on the tablet, cold sweat poured down his back.

This plan is too audacious!

It's like walking a tightrope on a precipice!

If anything goes wrong in any step, such as the kite missing its turn on the cleanup truck, or CIA agents sealing off the restrooms in advance, the entire evacuation plan will collapse instantly.

"That's too risky."

Zhao Pingan swallowed.

"Is there a safer way?"

"safe?"

Zhang Jian scoffed.

"Brother Zhao, do you think this is like going to the supermarket to buy groceries?"

"Are the CIA's Middle East Special Operations Groups just for show?"

"There's no way you can safely escape the trap they've set up."

"Only by taking this unconventional approach can we catch them off guard."

"Moreover, the sewage treatment plant is just a transit point."

Zhang Jian stood up, walked to Zhao Ping'an, and pressed his finger heavily on the last red dot on the tablet screen.

"Once there, the kite must change its kite in a very short time and then cross two kilometers of desert to reach this coordinate."

"This is a smuggling route that was abandoned long ago."

"The other end of the passage leads directly to the Omani border."

"Upon arriving in Oman, we were no longer part of the UAE's customs system."

"The rest is up to you."

Zhao Ping'an stared at the insane route on the tablet, his mind racing.

This plan is too ambitious.

They do things completely unpredictably.

The route Zhang Jian provided was only the most likely escape route.

There are a few details to pay attention to here.

such as……

The time and reason for the kite's trip to the mall.

Should we bring some other people along to reduce the risk of arousing suspicion?

However, these are all points that the kite itself needs to pay attention to.

As a top-notch field operative, he shouldn't need to teach these things.

The kite could be made even better.

only……

Zhao Ping'an raised his head and looked at Zhang Jian with some difficulty.

"Kite is just an intelligence agent, not a special forces soldier."

"Climbing ventilation ducts and evading capture are actions that could easily expose you if you're not careful."

"Moreover, we must be there to meet him precisely when he comes out..."

"That's your problem."

Zhang Jian stood up and stretched.

"I've provided the route; the deal is done."

"The rest is up to you."

"I need to go back and catch up on my sleep, I'm so tired."

Zhang Jian turned and walked into the house, completely ignoring Zhao Ping'an, who was still struggling in place.

Zhao Pingan stood in the night breeze, holding a tablet.

He took a deep breath as he watched Zhang Jian leave.

Let's leave this crazy evacuation plan to Director Chen and his team to worry about.

He took a deep breath, picked up the satellite phone, and dialed his home's dedicated line.

The call was quickly transferred.

"Ping An, is there any result yet?"

Chen Jianguo's voice was filled with undisguised exhaustion and anxiety.

"Director Chen, the route has been finalized."

"but……"

Zhao Pingan hesitated.

"But what? Speak your mind!"

Zhao Ping'an stared at the red line on the screen.

"But this route... is extremely extreme."

"Zhang Jian's proposed solution always seems a bit like walking a tightrope."

Zhao Pingan quickly reported on the key points of the route.

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.

A good ten seconds or so passed.

Chen Jianguo did not say anything.

"Director Chen?"

Zhao Pingan tentatively called out.

"I am here."

Chen Jianguo's voice became unusually low.

"I will immediately convene Minister Wang Ya and all technical experts for an assessment."

"in addition……"

Chen Jianguo paused for a moment.

"Have you confirmed with Zhang Jian that this is the only evacuation route?"

"It has been confirmed."

Zhao Ping'an answered very decisively.

He said this is currently the only way to bypass the CIA's surveillance network.

"Okay, I understand."

Chen Jianguo was about to hang up the phone.

Just then, Zhao Ping'an suddenly remembered something and quickly spoke up.

"Director Chen, there's another situation."

"What's going on?"

Zhao Pingan looked at the starting point of the route map on the tablet; it was Kite's apartment.

"The intelligence provided by Zhang Jian indicated the timeframe for the CIA special operations team's operation."

"When do they plan to make their move?"

Chen Jianguo asked eagerly.

Zhao Pingan took a deep breath.

"Two days later, at three in the morning."