Tehran Grocery Store: My Intelligence is Priced Clearly

"clear."

Alibaba replied with just two words, concise and to the point.

The phone hangs up.

Zhang Jian threw his phone on the table and let out a long sigh.

The situation is becoming increasingly complicated.

Originally, I just wanted to take in a little girl, but I never expected it to cause so much trouble.

The Puer Mohammed family and the Taresh family haven't been figured out yet, and now the Rafi family has been added to the mix.

These top-tier forces, which would otherwise have had almost no connection with him, are now intricately linked.

Zhang Jian rubbed his temples.

"Farhad, what do you think that woman will do now?"

Farhad frowned.

ponder for a moment.

"Boss, in my opinion, she might not necessarily report Lalei's situation directly to the higher-ups?"

"Oh?"

Zhang Jian turned to look at him, "Go on."

"People die for wealth, birds die for food."

"Even if the Mui family's treasury contains very little, it's enough for her to squander the rest of her life without restraint."

"But what if she reports this to higher authorities..."

"Boss, what do you think the Rafi family will do?"

Zhang Jian said casually.

"Just give them some money and that'll be enough."

"An outsider like me probably won't have much say."

"Bingo!"

Farhad snapped his fingers.

"Therefore, based on human nature, she would most likely try it herself first, rather than reporting the news directly to her superiors."

"We only choose the path with the least reward if there is no other way."

"That makes some sense."

Zhang Jian nodded.

"But boss."

Bakhtiar leaned against the doorway.

"The Wild Wolf Gang was almost completely wiped out by Ali and Haishan. With so many people dead, how could that woman still dare to try it herself?"

Zhang Jian remained silent.

Farhad looked at him.

"How will you know if you don't try?"

"For someone who is at the very bottom of the social ladder, this is one of her few opportunities to turn her life around."

Meanwhile, in the back alley of Bazar Street in the South District.

This is an abandoned industrial park.

Everywhere there were rusty iron sheets and mountains of garbage, and the stench was unbearable.

The Toyota pickup truck stopped at a dark corner.

Ali opened the car door and silently slipped into the night.

Haishen followed closely behind, carrying his equipment bag.

"That warehouse with the faint light ahead should be it."

Haishan pointed to a dilapidated building a few dozen meters away.

The two men hugged the wall and quickly approached the warehouse.

Halfway there, Ali suddenly stopped and raised his hand to make a stop gesture.

Haishan immediately squatted down and reached for her waist.

Suddenly, a series of chaotic footsteps came from ahead.

By the dim moonlight, five or six people wearing black jackets could be seen walking toward the warehouse gate.

They were all carrying weapons and were very vigilant.

"Someone from the Rafi family?"

Haishan lowered her voice, "They came pretty quickly."

Ali shook his head.

"It shouldn't be."

"These people do not bear the mark of the Rafi family."

He skillfully attached a silencer to his sniper rifle.

"The boss said to prioritize dealing with the three with broken legs."

Ali observed the situation ahead through night vision goggles.

"You keep watch outside, I'll go in and deal with the target."

Haishan grinned.

"no problem."

Ali flashed away.

He quickly climbed up a drainpipe on the side of the warehouse and climbed in through a broken window on the second floor.

The warehouse was very spacious and filled with discarded wooden crates and other miscellaneous items.

There was a bonfire in the center of the first floor.

Three men with casts on their legs sat around a fire, shivering from the cold.

"Why hasn't our older brother come to pick us up yet?"

One of the men complained.

"Shut up! Is our boss's business something we can just discuss casually?"

A man gritted his teeth.

"Once we catch that woman, I'll make her pay for breaking our legs!"

Ali crouched on the second-floor beam, his gun coldly pointed down below.

Just as he was about to pull the trigger, the warehouse door was suddenly kicked open.

Five or six men in black rushed in, pointing their guns directly at the three thugs by the fire.

"Are you from the Viper Gang?"

The leader, dressed in black, stepped forward and looked at them with icy eyes.

The three thugs were terrified and retreated hastily.

"you……"

Who are you?

You don't need to know who we are.

The leader sneered.

"Someone wants to invite you for a cup of tea, and while you're at it, to have a detailed discussion about what you reported to Karim today."

The three thugs turned pale instantly.

Seeing that the three men were about to be taken away, Ali, who was lying on the crossbeam, did not hesitate any longer.

Apply slight pressure with your index finger.

"puff!"

The sniper rifle, fitted with a silencer, emitted a muffled thud.

Beside the fire, one of the three men with broken legs suddenly jerked his head back.

A bloody hole suddenly appeared between his eyebrows, and he fell straight down.

The sudden turn of events left everyone stunned.

Before these people could even react...

"Pfft! Pfft!"

Two more muffled thuds followed.

The remaining two thugs with broken legs also fell to the ground, dead beyond any doubt.

The leader of the men in black's expression changed drastically, and he suddenly looked up at the second floor.

"Ambush! Open fire!"

Gunfire erupted immediately inside the warehouse.

The bullets hit the crossbeams, sending wood chips flying everywhere.

Ali had already flipped over and jumped off the crossbeam the moment the shot was fired.

Using the piled-up wooden crates as cover, they quickly retreated towards the back door.

"Chase him! Don't let him get away!"

The leader roared.

Just as they were preparing to give chase.

Suddenly, a round thing rolled in through the warehouse door.

The leader looked down and his pupils contracted sharply.

It was a grenade with the fuse pulled.

"Lie down!"

"boom!"

The loud explosion echoed inside the warehouse, and flames shot into the sky.

Haishan stood outside the warehouse, dusted off her hands, and whistled at Ali, who was climbing out of the back door.

"Done."

"Let's go to Hafiz Avenue."

Ali nodded, and the two quickly disappeared into the night.

In the general store.

Looking at the message from Alibaba on his phone, Zhang Jian finally relaxed a little.

Next, let's look at Hafiz Avenue.