Tehran Grocery Store: My Intelligence is Priced Clearly

Zhang Jian leaned against the windowsill in the corridor, looking at the dazzling sunlight outside, his tone relaxed.

"I have long admired your name, General Salish."

"Aikhail told me you have intelligence on the Holy City Brigade?"

Salehi didn't mince words and went straight to the point.

Zhang Jian chuckled softly, his fingers tapping casually on the windowsill.

"There are some."

"It depends on what kind of intelligence the general wants."

The sound of a lighter lighting a cigarette came from the other end of the phone, followed by a heavy exhalation.

"A few days ago, a secret Hezbollah ammunition depot on the southern border was targeted by a precise airstrike by Israel."

"The entire stronghold was almost razed to the ground, and 37 core members, including two senior commanders, were killed on the spot."

Salish's voice was low and deep, carrying a clear hint of suppressed anger.

"The location of that outpost was extremely well hidden. I only received the coordinates of their temporary relocation three hours before the incident."

"but……"

Salish spoke faster.

"Yet Xiao Yi managed to accurately bomb my ammunition depot in just over two hours!"

"I don't believe this is a coincidence; there must be something going on here!"

"And the time Langley was arrested!"

Salish grew angrier the more he spoke.

"The CIA received the news as soon as my commando team in the country moved."

"If the information hadn't been leaked, Langley wouldn't have been assassinated."

"Although that spineless Smith confessed, and I arrested a few people, I still feel something is not right."

"I want to know if there's still a mole within my commando team!"

After hearing this, Zhang Jian's smile faded somewhat.

"System, search for the source of the leak regarding the attack on Hezbollah stronghold in Lebanon, and whether there are any moles still lurking within the Quds Force commando unit."

[Ding! Target intelligence retrieval in progress...]

Search complete.

[There are still members of Hezbollah and the Quds Force's commando units in Lebanon who have been recruited.]

[A $50,000 fee will be charged to access detailed criminal evidence and financial records for the above individuals. Do you wish to pay?]

Fifty thousand dollars?

That's not a lot.

From this perspective, these two places are much cleaner than the General Staff Headquarters.

But thinking about it, it makes sense.

The Quds Force is primarily focused on external threats, and the surrounding armed forces were supported by him.

Basically, they give you money if you want money, and weapons if you want weapons.

These forces usually hide in hiding, leaving little opportunity for the CIA and Mossad to make contact, thus naturally reducing the number of people who can be turned.

"Payment".

Zhang Jian muttered to himself.

The account balance has shrunk again.

Two detailed archival documents immediately came into view.

Even the exact dates when these two received the money, which overseas anonymous account they used, and how they usually transmitted intelligence were all clearly listed.

"open?"

On the phone, Salish couldn't help but urge him on after a long silence.

Zhang Jian withdrew his gaze and uttered a single word into the microphone.

"have."

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

"Who?!"

Salish's voice suddenly rose in pitch.

Zhang Jian could feel the murderous urge even through the phone.

"General, didn't Aiharid mention the rules here to you?"

He slowly changed his standing posture.

"I'm just a small merchant running a general store. I run a small business with fixed prices and no credit."

"How much?"

"Three hundred thousand, no deception, young or old."

"Abbas!"

The phone rang with Salish's voice yelling at the person next to him.

"Transfer money to this account! Three hundred thousand US dollars! Now!"

Zhang Jian raised an eyebrow.

Good grief, they're not even going to negotiate the price?

This Holy City Brigade is indeed very wealthy and powerful.

A few minutes later, Zhang Jian's ordinary cell phone vibrated in his pocket.

A text message popped up saying that $300,000 had been deposited into the account.

It was the account he originally gave to Ahrid.

"The money has been transferred."

Salish's urgent voice rang out again into the microphone.

"Now you can tell me!"

OK.

Zhang Jian snapped his fingers and read directly from the information provided by the system.

"The information I received from Lebanon comes from Mustafa, the senior communications officer at your liaison office in Damascus."

"He's the one who leaked the coordinates to the Israelites."

"This guy has been recruited by Mossad for a year and a half. Every time he passes on intelligence, he receives $20,000 in cryptocurrency."

"As for that commando unit in your country..."

Zhang Jian paused, his tone indifferent.

"The one who leaked the information was the vice-captain, Qasim, codenamed 'Scorpion'."

"Currently, I only have information on these two people."

Mustafa, Qasim.

Salish's breathing became much heavier.

These two are his trusted confidants whom he personally promoted!

Especially Qasim, who had fought many tough battles alongside him through thick and thin, but unexpectedly, he too had been corrupted!

"Great...very good!"

Salish gritted his teeth, each word seeming to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

"open."

Salish forcibly suppressed the raging anger churning within him.

"I've noted this information down."

"grateful."

After saying that, the call was abruptly ended before Zhang Jian could exchange any pleasantries.

Hearing the busy tone from his phone, Zhang Jian shrugged and casually put the encrypted phone into his pocket.

"Tsk, what a bad temper."

However, considering the $300,000, he generously forgave Salish's rudeness.

After all, he's their sugar daddy.

After deducting the $50,000 cost to the system, I still made a net profit of $250,000.

Delicious.

He stretched and turned to walk down the stairs to the first floor.

In the lobby on the first floor, several members of the security team were sitting on boxes chatting.

Zhang Jian walked around the packaging paper scattered on the ground, preparing to go into the back kitchen to find something to eat to fill his stomach.

The door was suddenly pushed open.

The bell hanging on the door rang out with a clear "ding-dong" sound.

He stopped and turned to look.

Shahra stood in the doorway.

He was still wearing that clean and sharp black tight-fitting combat suit.

However, at this moment, she was holding the hand of a dirty little girl.

The little girl looks to be only about four years old.

He was wearing a worn-out smock that was obviously too big for him. It was dusty and covered in mud and some kind of black grease.

Her hair was a mess, stuck to her head, and her little feet were bare, covered in black mud.

What caught his attention most were those eyes.

It was large and bright, but at this moment it was filled with fear and trepidation.

The little girl clung tightly to Shahra's fingers, half of her body huddled behind Shahra's thighs.

The little girl trembled with fear when she saw Bakhtiar, whose face was full of menacing features, inside the room.

The entire first-floor lobby fell silent instantly.

The team members all stopped chatting and stared at each other.

This art style is really a bit strange.

Shahra is a top-notch bodyguard sent by the military, and she is usually very serious and doesn't smile much.

How come you went out for a stroll and ended up bringing back a little girl?

Zhang Jian was also completely bewildered.

He looked the dirty little girl up and down, then glanced at the expressionless Shahra.

"no……"

Zhang Jian stepped forward, pointed at the little girl who was so frightened that she kept backing away, and looked on with surprise.

"Shahra, what's going on with this little girl?"