Tehran Grocery Store: My Intelligence is Priced Clearly

Farhad gasped for breath.

Having worked in intelligence for so many years, he knows all too well the weight of those words.

Little Yi's pilot!

That would definitely be considered a strategic-level objective!

He caught the keys that were tossed to him, quickly bent down, and went out.

Ten minutes later.

A dilapidated pickup truck drove out of the back alley of the grocery store and headed straight for northern Tehran.

Zhang Jian sat in the passenger seat, while Farhad drove.

In the back seat were Ali, who was holding a sniper rifle, and Bakhtiar, who was inserting magazines into his bulletproof vest.

"Boss, the other side is a specially trained pilot, they definitely have weapons."

Bakhtiar patted the PKM machine gun next to him.

"Should I give him a good blast to calm his nerves?"

"Screw it my ass."

Zhang Jian didn't even turn his head.

"I want you alive. If you lose even a single hair, you'll have to pay with your bald head."

Bakhtiar shrank back and chuckled twice.

The car sped along under Zhang Jian's direction.

With Farhad there, they successfully avoided several large roadblocks set up by the military.

We followed an abandoned logging road and plunged into the Darband Mountains.

The mountain road was rugged and bumpy.

The further you go in, the denser the trees become, and the dimmer the light becomes.

"There's no road ahead."

Farhad stepped on the brakes and stopped the car behind a secluded thicket of bushes.

Zhang Jian pushed open the car door and jumped out.

"My information is that the pilot of the small country is in an abandoned copper mine not far away."

Zhang Jian pointed to the steep hillside ahead.

"Ali, find a high vantage point and take control of the entire area later."

"Bakhtiar and Fahad, you two go in and arrest them."

The three nodded in unison.

Without a word, Ali picked up his sniper rifle and darted into the nearby woods like a nimble cat, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Zhang Jian, along with Fahad and Bakhtiar, quickly made their way up the mountain along the overgrown path.

Ten minutes later.

The three of them lay prone in the bushes on the ridge, looking down.

Below is a huge abandoned mine pit, surrounded by rusty mining machinery and several rows of dilapidated sheds.

At the edge of the mine, there is a ventilation shaft covered by weeds.

"It's in that well."

Zhang Jian lowered his voice.

Farhad was about to get up.

Ali's deep voice suddenly came through the headset.

"Boss, something's up."

Zhang Jian immediately stopped what he was doing and pressed the earpiece.

"explain."

"At nine o'clock, a five-man team is approaching the mine."

"Fully armed, their tactical maneuvers were very professional, and they were all equipped with American gear."

Ali's voice remained completely flat.

Zhang Jian's brows furrowed sharply.

CIA?

Or perhaps it was an emergency response team dispatched by the U.S. Central Command?

That shouldn't be the case.

The CIA has almost completely removed its own spies in Tehran, and even Langley was killed by Ali's gun.

Logically, new intelligence personnel shouldn't be redeployed so quickly.

"Can you see the markings on their clothes?"

"No markings, all-black combat suit, with a silencer."

Alibaba reports.

"We are less than 200 meters from the ventilation shaft."

Zhang Jian licked his dry lips.

In any case, these people are most likely either there to pick up the accomplices or to silence them.

We must never let them get in touch with the pilots first!

"Bakhtiar".

Zhang Jian turned to look at the bald, muscular man beside him.

"Boss."

"See that row of makeshift sheds on the left?"

"I saw it."

"Go and set up your machine gun."

A ruthless glint flashed in Zhang Jian's eyes.

"The moment Fahad fires, you take all these men and keep them pinned to the spot!"

Bakhtiar grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth.

"Boss, just you wait and see."

Bakhtiar left with his back bent.

soon.

A PKM machine gun mount was already on the windowsill of the dilapidated shed.

Bakhtiar pulled the bolt, and the golden ammunition belt slid into the receiver through the feed port.

"Ali, once the firing begins, find an opportunity to fire back. Make sure all these people are left here!"

"clear."

In the headset, Ali's voice remained cool and brief.

"Farhad, you fire the first shot!"

Zhang Jian lay prone behind the earthen slope, watching the five men in black who were taking turns providing cover as they approached the ventilation shaft.

I know my own marksmanship.

If you don't have the skills, don't take on the job.

It's fine to just quietly be a mascot.

Farhad nodded, squinting as he stared intently at the group.

They kept watching until they were less than 150 meters from the ventilation shaft.

He raised his right hand, aimed at one of the men in black, and pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

Gunshots rang out.

A man in black fell to the ground instantly.

immediately……

"Da da da da da!"

The PKM general-purpose machine gun roared deafeningly.

The thick, long tongue of fire instantly shattered the tranquility of the valley.

Bullets rained down like a storm.

In an instant, deep furrows were plowed into the ground in front of the five-person team.

The man in black at the front didn't even have time to react before two bursts of blood erupted from his chest.

The person was thrown away by the enormous kinetic energy.

"Enemy attack! Take cover!"

The man in black leading the group shouted.

He rolled on the spot and hid behind the tracks of an abandoned excavator.

The remaining two reacted quickly, scattering to find cover.

But they clearly underestimated the lethality of the attack.

"Bang!"

A muffled gunshot rang out from the high point halfway up the mountain.

A man in black hiding behind an abandoned oil drum had his head explode like a watermelon, splattering red and white matter all over the ground.

Alibaba has made its move.

"Sniper! At the ten o'clock position!"

The man in black leading the group poked his head out to try and fight back.

Bakhtiar's machine gun bullets were already spraying over in a frenzy.

Sparks flew as the impact hit the excavator's tracks, pinning him down so low he couldn't even lift his head.

"Boss, don't move!"

"Ali, keep an eye on those guys for me!"

Farhad crouched low, using the waist-high weeds for cover, and charged out like a cheetah.

Bakhtiar, holding his machine gun, charged toward the ventilation shaft, spitting fire.

The two men, one on the left and one on the right, quickly approached the ventilation shaft under Ali's cover.

Inside the ventilation shaft.

The light was dim, and the air was filled with a pungent, earthy smell.

The Israeli ace pilot, codenamed "Falcon," leaned against the damp well wall, panting heavily.

His left leg was twisted at an odd angle, and blood had stained the leg of his flight suit.

They heard a sudden burst of intense gunfire outside.

He was stunned at first, then a strong will to survive burst forth in his eyes.

"Have the backup arrived?"

He gritted his teeth, enduring the excruciating pain, and reached for the pistol at his waist.

The gunfire outside grew closer, and the roar of the machine guns shook the dust off the well walls.

"Falcon" gripped his gun with both hands, staring intently at the well opening above him that was emitting a faint light.

As soon as the backup arrives, he will be able to leave this hellish place alive.

Sudden.

The light at the wellhead dimmed.

A cylindrical object rolled down the well wall.