Tehran Grocery Store: My Intelligence is Priced Clearly

Inside the air defense command center.

After flashing violently, three radar dots on the large screen disappeared in succession.

The last remaining point of light is fleeing frantically toward the border at an extremely high speed.

The entire hall was silent for a full three seconds.

Immediately afterwards, a deafening cheer erupted!

Jawad slammed his fist hard on the control panel, his face turning red.

"We took it! We really took it!"

Aiharid gripped the edge of the sand table tightly with both hands, his chest heaving violently.

He endured more pressure than others for this battle.

If the intelligence was wrong, his career as a second-level brigadier general would be over.

But now, it has all become the most glorious chapter in his resume!

"Send a battle report to the Supreme Command immediately!"

Aiharid suddenly sat up straight, his voice booming.

"Let's say the air defense forces successfully thwarted the enemy's air attack plot, shooting down three F-35Is, a resounding victory!"

"yes!"

The communications officer's voice trembled with excitement.

Just then, another staff officer in charge of optical radar suddenly stood up.

"General! There's new information!"

The staff officer pointed to a secondary screen next to him.

"We detected ejection signals before the lead aircraft crashed!"

"Optical equipment captured the parachute's trajectory!"

Aiharid's eyes lit up, and he strode over to the screen.

Although the image is blurry, you can clearly see a white umbrella flower falling from the sky.

"Where will it land?"

"Based on wind direction and altitude calculations, it will most likely fall north of Tehran, on the edge of the Darband Mountains!"

"good!"

Aiharid slammed his hand on the table.

"Pass on my order: immediately mobilize the rapid reaction forces from the northern defense zone and completely surround that mountainous area!"

"Tell the people below, I want you alive!"

"If anyone lets him get away, or kills someone, I'll skin him alive!"

A living F-35I pilot!

This is not only a military victory, but also an immeasurable political bargaining chip!

Once Iran gets its hands on the person, it can completely dominate Israel in terms of international public opinion.

In the general store.

The air raid sirens were still blaring outside, but the oppressive feeling they had before was gone.

Zhang Jian sat behind the counter and poured himself a glass of water.

My phone suddenly vibrated.

It's Ahried.

He answered the phone gently, and before he could even speak, Ahrid's hearty laughter came through the phone.

"open!"

"General, judging from this commotion, it seems you've made quite a haul."

Zhang Jian smiled, picked up his cup, and took a sip.

"It's all thanks to your intelligence!"

Aharid's tone revealed an undisguised excitement.

"Exactly one second!"

"Flight route, altitude, formation mode—everything matches!"

"We executed a precise strike at the opportune moment, shooting down three F-35Is!"

"Then congratulations, General! This is a great achievement."

Congratulations!

Ahrid paused, his tone becoming slightly more serious.

"However, I have an unexpected situation that might require your help."

"Please speak."

"When the Israeli F-35 was shot down, radar detected that a pilot had ejected."

Al-Khalid lowered his voice.

"Our initial assessment is that this creature landed in the mountainous region north of Tehran."

"I've already sent troops to search the mountains, but the terrain there is complicated, so finding someone won't be easy."

"Mr. Zhang, since your intelligence network has been able to uncover their battle plan, I wonder if you can also pinpoint the pilot's exact location?"

Zhang Jian tapped his fingers lightly on the table, without answering immediately.

Ahrid quickly added.

"As long as you can provide the accurate location, you can name your terms!"

"I guarantee you'll be absolutely satisfied!"

"General, you're too kind."

Zhang Jian stopped tapping his fingers.

"I'll contact someone right away and let you know as soon as I have any news."

"Okay! I'll wait for your call!"

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Jian tossed his phone onto the table and stroked his chin.

A living ace pilot is a treasure to Iran, but a disaster to Israel.

Right now, the entire intelligence community in Tehran is probably going to be in an uproar.

Just as Zhang Jian had predicted.

With the air raid sirens lifted, Tehran appeared calm on the surface, but underneath, chaos was brewing.

A large number of military vehicles drove out of the camp and sped towards the northern mountainous area.

Iranian intelligence agents mobilized in large numbers, setting up checkpoints and conducting inspections at various key transportation routes.

Meanwhile, hidden in several secret safe houses in downtown Tehran.

Mossad's undercover agents also received a top-level death order from Tel Aviv.

"Find the Falcon before the Iranians, at all costs!"

"If a safe evacuation is not possible, execute him on the spot. He must not fall into the hands of the Revolutionary Guard!"

Inside the grocery store.

Zhang Jian leaned back in his chair and mentally summoned the system.

"System, check the exact location of the pilot who parachuted out during this attack."

[Ding! Target involves high-value military personnel. Intelligence retrieval will incur a $100,000 fee. Confirm?]

100,000!

Zhang Jian's eyelids twitched.

This guy's value is only slightly lower than that of the 'Watcher'!

But on second thought, it makes sense.

Training a pilot is extremely difficult.

He vaguely remembered reading a report before.

It is said that training a pilot would almost consume the equivalent of his body weight in gold.

In addition, this guy must have undergone rigorous interrogation resistance and wilderness survival training.

Upon landing, they will definitely destroy the positioning device immediately and find a hiding place.

These factors will undoubtedly affect his value.

After all, searching by manpower is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Zhang Jian put down his water glass.

With $100,000 in exchange for whatever conditions he could set, plus a huge favor from the Revolutionary Guard, this deal was a sure win.

"System, please make the payment."

[Ding! $100,000 deducted, intelligence being generated...]

[Target location: North of Tehran, in the Darband Mountains, inside the abandoned ventilation shaft of the No. 3 copper mine.]

[Target status: Left leg fracture, attempting to contact Mossad support personnel via emergency communication channels.]

Wow, it really is in the Darband Mountains.

Zhang Jian looked at the intelligence report in front of him.

He narrowed his eyes and then called out towards the inner room.

"Farhad!"

Farhad quickly lifted the curtain and came in.

"Boss."

"Call Ali and Bakhtiar, bring your weapons, and come with me."

Farhad was taken aback.

The boss rarely goes out in person, so I wonder why this time...

"What about the others?"

Farhad asked.

"The rest of you stay in the store."

"Tell Amildo to keep an eye on the surroundings, and the rest of you to protect Lale and make sure nothing happens to her."

Zhang Jian walked behind the counter, took out the Glock pistol from the drawer, skillfully checked the magazine, and tucked it into his waistband.

"So, our goal in going out is...?"

"Go find someone."

Zhang Jian picked up the car keys and tossed them to him, his gaze fixed on the direction of Dahlband.

"A young pilot."