Tehran Grocery Store: My Intelligence is Priced Clearly

Hearing Aiharid's words, Zhang Jian finally felt relieved.

"Just transfer the money to that account."

"Yes, we've already sent people to attack."

Less than five minutes later, the phone screen lit up, and a notification of an international money transfer popped up.

Three million US dollars, not a penny less, lying steadily in the account.

Zhang Jian finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"System, check the detailed plan for the joint operation, deduct the money directly."

[Ding! Five hundred thousand US dollars have been deducted, intelligence being generated...]

Soon, a detailed task list appeared on the virtual screen in front of me.

Zhang Jian leaned back in his chair, quickly scanning the information on it.

The US military's plan is very much in line with their usual practices.

The aircraft carrier strike group "Lincoln" that was deployed was patrolling the Persian Gulf.

The main targets of the carrier-based aircraft formation are all concentrated on military facilities along the Strait of Hormuz.

But when the gaze shifts downwards and falls on Xiao Yi's action plan...

His breath hitched.

"These lunatics!"

The Israeli Air Force scrambled four F-35I stealth fighter jets.

Their flight path was not intended to coordinate with the US bombing of the Strait of Hormuz.

Instead, they bypassed the air defense network and headed straight for Tehran!

There are not a single military facility on the target list.

A large waterworks in the southern district.

The two main substations in the eastern district.

The most outrageous thing is...

The last name on the list is a public elementary school located in the city center!

The strike will take place at 10:00 AM tomorrow!

Back then, the school was full of children in class!

Zhang Jian felt a chill run down his spine.

How can this be considered military retaliation?

This was an outright terrorist attack!

What is Israel trying to do?

Are they trying to create extreme panic in Iran by massacring civilians?

To force Tehran's top leadership to make irrational decisions, thereby escalating the situation completely?

Zhang Jian didn't know if his guess was right, and he didn't have time to think about it any further right now.

"General, according to my information, the US military has deployed a carrier-based aircraft formation this time."

"The main targets are concentrated along the Strait of Hormuz."

"The main targets were the radar station in Bandar Abbas, the air defense positions on Qeshm Island, and the base in Chabahar."

"Yes, this was within our expectations."

Aiharid took notes quickly.

"What about other countries?"

"Wasn't it supposed to be a multinational effort?"

"Where do they plan to break through?"

"The countries involved in this attack also include Israel and Japan."

"Japan did not directly participate in this attack, but instead transferred a batch of cruise missiles from its own territory to supply the Americans."

"The key point is Xiao Yi."

"Small Israel's goal is not the border."

Zhang Jian paused, his tone turning serious.

"In Tehran."

"The water plant in the south district and the two main substations in the east district."

"besides……"

"Fatima Public Elementary School in the city center."

"What?!"

Aiharid cried out in alarm, his breathing becoming heavier and more labored, like that of an enraged lion.

"These beasts!"

"How dare they!"

"That's an elementary school!"

"They actually set their sights there!"

Aiharid gritted his teeth so hard he almost broke them, barely suppressing the rage in his heart, and confirmed it once more.

"Zhang, is the intelligence accurate?"

"100% accurate."

Zhang Jian's voice also carried a hint of indignation.

"The F-35I, carrying bunker buster bombs and high-explosive bombs, is expected to complete its bombing mission by 10:00 AM tomorrow."

"Great! Excellent!"

Ahrid gritted his teeth.

"These shameless bastards, do they really think our Islamic Republic's air defense network is just for show?!"

"Zhang, could you please compile a more detailed report and send it to me later?"

"I'll go and make the arrangements right away."

"Tomorrow, we'll make sure their F-35s don't return alive!"

beep.

The phone was abruptly hung up.

Zhang Jian put down his phone and rubbed his temples.

The cruelty of war was laid bare before him at that moment.

In the meat grinder-like Middle East, human life is sometimes less valuable than grass.

He sighed and put his phone back in his pocket.

As soon as I turned my head, I caught a glimpse of a small figure peeking out from the corner of the stairs.

It's Lalei.

The little girl was wearing Shahra's oversized T-shirt and looked like a little potato who had stolen an adult's clothes.

She clung to the stair railing, revealing her large, dark eyes, and looked timidly at Zhang Jian.

Zhang Jian's originally heavy mood was somewhat dispelled by this little face.

He turned around and waved towards the stairwell.

"Lalei, come here."

Lale shrank back, seemingly hesitant.

But after looking at Zhang Jian, she thought back to how gentle Shahra had been when she bathed her in the backyard.

Finally, it took its short legs and slowly made its way over.

The little guy had just finished his bath; he smelled faintly of soap, and his hair was still a bit damp.

Zhang Jian bent down, scooped her up, and placed her on his lap.

The little girl was a bit nervous, her two little hands gripping the hem of her clothes tightly.

Zhang Jian opened the drawer under the counter and rummaged through it.

He pulled out two White Rabbit milk candies and a small bag of Persian-style pistachios, and stuffed them all into Lalei's hand.

"Eat."

Lalei looked at the snacks in her hand, swallowed hard, but didn't dare to touch them. Instead, she looked up at Zhang Jian.

Zhang Jian smiled, peeled off a milk candy, and stuffed it directly into her mouth.

The rich milky flavor melts instantly in your mouth.

The little girl's eyes lit up immediately.

Its cheeks are bulging, like a little hamster eating.

Zhang Jian reached out and ruffled her half-dry hair.

His gaze inadvertently swept over her neck.

Empty.

The metal tag that represented the Mui family's identity had already been put away by Shahra.

That's good too; keeping wealth hidden will avoid trouble.

I was just thinking about it.

Suddenly a large head appeared beside me.

Bakhtiar wandered over at some point.

This big guy was burly, with a face full of fat and a thick beard covering his face.

He quietly bent down and approached Lalei.

He deliberately widened his eyes like copper bells.

His facial features were squeezed together, making a face that he thought was funny, but was actually extremely fierce.

"Awoo!"

Bakhtiar also added a voiceover.

Lalei was chewing on a milk candy when she was startled by the sudden shout, which made her tremble all over.

Her lips trembled, and her eyes instantly welled up with tears.

With a sudden twist of her small body, she threw herself into Zhang Jian's arms.

She clung tightly to Zhang Jian's neck with her two little hands, buried her face in his chest, and trembled uncontrollably.

Zhang Jian's face turned dark.

He glared at Bakhtiar with annoyance.

"Are you fucking bored? Why are you scaring the kids for no reason?"

Bakhtiar scratched the back of his head and grinned awkwardly.

"Boss, I just wanted to tease her a little..."

"Who knew this little guy was so timid?"

While patting Lalei's back to comfort her, Zhang Jian scolded her irritably.

"Get out of here, get back to your work!"

Bakhtiar scratched his bald head, grinned foolishly, and slunk off to stand guard at the door.

Time passed little by little.

As the sun gradually set in the west, its golden rays spilled across the street, casting long shadows on the storefronts.

The little guy is still a baby after all.

Lying in Zhang Jian's arms, she soon fell asleep with her eyelids drooping.

Zhang Jian handed the now-sleepy Lalei to Shahra, poured himself a glass of water, and sat behind the counter, pondering what to do next.

The Muhammad family in the eastern district should not be touched for the time being.

Ali and Haishan spent most of the day on the Viper Gang's business, so they should be back by now.

He was just muttering to himself.

A muffled car engine sound came from the end of the street.

A dilapidated Toyota pickup truck was parked outside the grocery store.

The car door opened, and Ali and Haishan stepped out one after the other.

The two pushed open the door and entered the house.

Before Zhang Jian could even ask a question, Ali walked directly to the counter and lowered his voice.

"Boss, we messed things up."