Tehran Grocery Store: My Intelligence is Priced Clearly

Hassan covered his face and screamed incoherently.

He shakily pulled his phone out of his pocket.

"I...I'll call our boss..."

The call was answered quickly.

"Hassan? Where the hell have you been?"

"Has the guy who broke our brother's leg been caught yet?"

A rough male voice came from the other end of the phone, accompanied by deafening music and a woman's giggles in the background.

"Boss, boss."

Hassan spoke with a sob in his voice.

"I've been detained, and they're demanding $200,000 to release me..."

"How many?!"

The voice on the other end of the phone suddenly rose in volume.

Two hundred thousand?!

"They're fucking broke!"

"Wait a minute, you brought over thirty people with you, and they detained you?"

"Who is the other party?"

"Dare to blackmail me, 'Viper' Karim, in Tehran? You're asking for trouble!"

Zhang Jian reached out and took the phone directly from Hassan's hand.

"Karim the Viper, is that right?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, followed by Karim's cold voice.

"Who are you?"

"Dare to mess with anyone from my Viper Gang? Do you really have a death wish?"

Zhang Jian ignored his threat and silently recited the mantra in his mind with a calm expression.

"System, check the information on the Viper Gang's Karim, and his current location."

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

[Search complete. A fee of $5,000 will be deducted. Do you wish to pay?]

"Payment".

The account balance has changed again.

A detailed document appeared before Zhang Jian's eyes in an instant.

Zhang Jian looked at the documents, a slight smile curving his lips.

"Karim, you should be lying in the innermost VIP box on the third floor of the Rose Nightclub in the South District right now, right?"

"There's a blonde Russian girl sitting on my left, and a red-haired local girl on my right."

The background noise on the other end of the phone disappeared instantly.

Even the woman's giggles were gone.

Karim's voice instantly turned somber, tinged with a hint of surprise and uncertainty.

"You're following me?"

"Who exactly are you?"

"take it easy."

Zhang Jian chuckled softly.

"I know not only where you are."

"I also know that on the 15th of last month, you secretly stole 15 kilograms of someone else's 'flour'."

"That shipment is currently hidden in a secret compartment under that abandoned water tower on the west side of the slum."

"Am I right?"

Zhang Jian paused, his tone becoming playful.

"If this gets out, what do you think will happen to you?"

"Clatter."

The sound of a wine glass falling and shattering came from the other end of the phone.

This was followed by Karim's heavy breathing.

Even through the phone, Zhang Jian could sense the fear in him.

Zhang Jian did not reveal whose goods he was criticizing.

But there's no need for him to say more about this.

That's a behemoth that controls the underworld of southern Tehran!

Crushing a small gang is easier than crushing an ant!

"What...what do you really want?"

Karim's voice had completely changed; the arrogance from before was gone.

"I told you, two hundred thousand US dollars."

Zhang Jian looked at the thugs outside the door who didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

"I'll buy your life, and the lives of your thirty-odd brothers."

Is it expensive?

"Not expensive at all! Not expensive at all!"

Karim practically yelled it out.

"Give me your account number! I'll transfer the money right away! Right now!"

Zhang Jian sent over a string of local account numbers.

Less than three minutes later, my phone vibrated.

Two hundred thousand US dollars, received.

He nodded in satisfaction and tossed the phone back to Hassan, who was sprawled on the ground.

"The money has been received."

Zhang Jian waved his hand, as if shooing away flies.

"You can take your people and get out of here."

Hassan was granted a pardon.

He scrambled to grab his phone, and with the help of several of his underlings, ran towards the pickup truck without looking back.

More than thirty people came with great momentum, but left wishing their parents had two more legs.

Five pickup trucks roared to life.

It then quickly turned around, rushed out of the street, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

The streets returned to calm.

Farhad slung the gun back behind his back.

"Boss, are we just going to let them go like that?"

Zhang Jian turned around, looked at the broken door, and curled his lip.

"How is that possible?"

He tucked the pistol back into his waistband.

Returning to the counter on the first floor, I pulled out a piece of white paper and a ballpoint pen.

There's an old saying in our area...

"If you don't cut the weeds at the root, they will grow back in the spring breeze."

While quickly writing down Karim's information on a piece of paper, Zhang Jian shouted up to the second floor without looking up.

"Ali, Haishan!"

"You two come down here, we have work to do!"

soon.

A soft footstep came from the second floor.

A few seconds later, Ali appeared silently at the top of the stairs, his face expressionless.

Immediately afterwards, Haishan came downstairs, yawning.

"Boss, who are you going to target this time?"

Zhang Jian pushed the written note to the edge of the counter.

"South District, Rose Nightclub."

He bent his finger and tapped the paper.

"The VIP room at the very back on the third floor."

"The target's name is Karim, the leader of the Viper Gang."

"If the person isn't there, go to the second address on the note."

Ali stepped forward, picked up the note, and glanced at it.

Without saying a word, he simply put it in his pocket.

Farhad hesitated.

"Boss, although the Viper Gang is a third-rate street gang, Karim still has about a hundred men under his command."

"Isn't it too risky for just the two of them to go?"

"A hundred or so people aren't going to stay together all the time. If there are fewer people, it'll be easier to slip away later."

Zhang Jian opened the drawer and put the Glock he had just grabbed back in.

"and……"

"Judging from Hassan's words, it seems they don't know the girl's identity yet."

Zhang Jian turned to look at Ali.

"Once we get there, first locate the three people whose legs were broken by Shahra, as I wrote down, and take care of them first."

Ali folded the note neatly and nodded.

"clear."

Haishan glanced at Ali, who had turned to get his tools, but didn't follow him upstairs.

Instead, he moved closer to the counter, twitched his cheeks, and gave a dry laugh.

"Boss, go and take care of a gang, it's a piece of cake."

"but……"

He rubbed his hands together and pointed somewhat embarrassedly to his backpack.

"I don't have much C4 left."

"How about we bring some more back?"

Zhang Jian glared at him.

"You're going to clean up one person's mess, but you expect to wipe out their entire operation?"

"Too little noise, no fun at all."

Haishan pouted.

"Besides, if we mess up and the Viper Gang fights back desperately, having a few pieces of C4 would be great; we could just stick them on..."

"With a 'boom,' everything's destroyed. How convenient!"

"Boss, you should know, explosions are a man's true romance!"

Zhang Jian rubbed his temples.

These people are all troublemakers.

"Alright, I'll figure out how to get the C4. I'll get you a batch later."

Zhang Jian waved his hand and began to shoo people away.

"Get the work done quickly."

"The note also said that there was a batch of 'flour' under the abandoned water tower on the west side of their base."

"When you take action, try to create the illusion of unequal distribution of spoils or that your enemies have come knocking."

"Whatever you do, don't let the fire spread into our shop."

"Understand."

Hai Shan grinned, revealing a set of white teeth.