Tehran Grocery Store: My Intelligence is Priced Clearly

The night was dark.

142 Hafiz Avenue.

This is an old-fashioned apartment building with a distinctly vintage style.

The paint was peeling off the walls, most of the lights in the hallway were broken, and there was a musty smell everywhere.

A slightly worn Toyota pickup truck stalled on a street corner.

The car door opened.

Ali and Haishan disappeared into the shadows one after the other.

"Third floor, second room on the left."

Haishan looked up at the dark window and lowered her voice.

Ali didn't say anything, but simply drew a silenced pistol from his back and skillfully cocked it.

The two of them made their way up the stairs.

The hallway was so quiet that only the two of them could be heard breathing.

Go up to the third floor.

Haishan stopped in front of the target door.

He glanced at the door lock, took out a piece of plastic explosive the size of chewing gum from his pocket, and prepared to press it onto the lock.

Ali grabbed his wrist.

"Are you crazy?"

He lowered his voice.

"The boss said, the quieter the better!"

Haishan pouted.

He rolled his eyes and stuffed the explosives back into his pocket.

He crouched down, pulled a thin wire from his boot, and gently inserted it into the keyhole.

A few seconds later.

"Click".

The door lock made a very slight clicking sound.

He made a gesture.

Ali rushed forward, kicked open the door, and charged inside with his gun in hand.

Haishan followed closely behind.

"Safety!"

"Bedroom safety!"

"Restroom safety!"

The two quickly searched the entire house.

Without turning on the lights, Hai Shan glanced out the window in the moonlight and scratched her hair in frustration.

"Damn, she got away again!"

He walked to the coffee table in the living room and reached out to touch a glass of water on it.

The outside of the cup was still slightly warm.

In an ashtray nearby, a half-smoked cigarette with lipstick stains was still emitting wisps of smoke.

"They must have left not long ago."

Ali glanced at the coffee table and immediately made a judgment.

"Damn, is this woman some kind of slippery eel?"

Hai Shan cursed and pulled out her phone, dialing Zhang Jian's number.

In the general store.

Zhang Jian was watching as Fahad drew a diagram on a blank sheet of paper showing him the relationships between the major underground forces in Tehran.

On the counter, the phone screen suddenly lit up, followed by a ringtone.

He reached out and took it, looked at the name displayed on it, and answered the call.

Before he could even ask, Haishan's furious voice came through.

"Boss, we've come up empty-handed again."

"That woman ran away beforehand!"

Zhang Jian's brows furrowed sharply.

They ran away again?

Were any clues left at the scene?

"No, they left in a hurry, but they cleaned up very well, leaving not even a scrap of paper behind."

Haishan wandered around the room.

Zhang Jian tapped his fingers lightly on the table.

He quickly calculated in his mind.

From the time he found the address to when Ali and his team arrived, not much time was wasted.

The only concern was that the three guys might leak information, so they were first sent to the back alley of Bazar Street.

It seems that something must have happened to cause her to receive the message and leave ahead of time.

"System, check the red-haired woman's exact location again."

[Ding! Do you wish to spend $20,000 to locate the target?]

Zhang Jian shook his head inwardly.

Another $20,000...

It's not that he can't afford it.

The problem is that this kind of personal location intelligence is completely different from military intelligence.

Military intelligence, such as the coordinates of US military bases and the takeoff times of Israeli warplanes, is supported by meticulous planning and will not be easily changed in a short period of time.

Once you buy it, nothing will change.

But individual whereabouts are different.

When people are on the move, the timeliness of intelligence may only be a few minutes.

He spent 20,000 yuan to find out the location, but by the time Ali and his team arrived, the person might have moved again.

"Boss, should we search the area?"

Haishan urged him on the other end of the phone.

"Judging from the situation, she shouldn't have gone far!"

"No."

Zhang Jian shook his head.

"Hafiz Avenue is Rafi's territory, and they have their eyes and ears everywhere."

"The two of you wandering around there in the middle of the night are too conspicuous."

"Since they've run away, let's come back first."

"Clean up the scene, don't leave any trace of your actions."

The phone hangs up.

Zhang Jian tossed his phone onto the table, leaned back, and let out a long sigh.

Farhad stopped writing and looked up.

"Boss, still haven't caught them?"

"Um."

Zhang Jian rubbed his temples.

Farhad put down his pen and pushed the completed relationship diagram in front of Zhang Jian.

"Boss, it's not all bad news."

Zhang Jian raised an eyebrow.

"How so?"

"She ran away, which means she hasn't reported the news yet."

Farhad pointed to the circle on the drawing that represented the Rafi family.

"If she reported Lale's whereabouts to the family, she should be at the Lafie family headquarters now, not hiding in a safe house on the outskirts."

"Furthermore, they would not choose to run away alone after sensing danger."

"Does she want to eat alone?"

Zhang Jian followed Fahad's train of thought.

"That's right."

Farhad nodded.

"At the very least, she is certain that the Rafi family cannot offer her the price she is willing to pay."

"In that case, we don't need to be in a hurry."

"Right now, we're in the open, while she's in the shadows. Searching for her all over the streets is like looking for a needle in a haystack."

"Why not cast a wide net and wait for her to stumble into it?"

Zhang Jian nodded.

This can be considered an acceptance of the judgment.

The initiative is still in our hands.

As long as Lare remains at the general store, and the red-haired woman still harbors illusions, she will eventually come knocking on her door.

This is called waiting for a rabbit to run into a tree stump.

"Tell Camille to keep a close eye on things these next few days, and report any unfamiliar faces immediately."

"clear."

Farhad nodded.

142 Hafiz Avenue.

Hai Shan hung up the phone and put it back in her pocket, somewhat annoyed.

"The boss wants us to leave."

Ali nodded, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and quickly wiped the places where the two had just touched.

"Walk."

The two returned along the same route, moving nimbly without alerting anyone.

The pickup truck started up quickly, and with a deep roar, it drove away from the dilapidated street.

Just as the pickup truck turned the corner and disappeared into the night.

In a dormitory building across the street.

A figure wearing a black tight leather jacket is crouching behind the concrete railing.

Her red curly hair swayed slightly in the night breeze.

She held up a pair of night-vision binoculars, her almond-shaped eyes behind the lenses fixed on the direction the pickup truck had disappeared in.