Tehran Grocery Store: My Intelligence is Priced Clearly

Falcon's pupils suddenly contracted.

A grenade?!

He instinctively closed his eyes quickly and covered his head with his hands.

"Bang!"

There was no violent explosion, only a muffled thud.

Immediately following was a blinding flash of light and a piercing shriek that made your eardrums ache.

Shock bomb!

"Falcon" only felt a white blur before its eyes.

My ears were ringing, and my mind went blank for a moment.

In that very instant.

Two dark figures leaped down from the well opening.

The moment Fahad landed, he kicked the dark figure in the corner.

He kicked precisely into the opponent's broken left leg.

"what!"

"Falcon" let out a piercing scream, and the gun in his hand instantly slipped from his grasp.

Before he could even struggle...

A large foot had already stomped hard on his chest.

The gun barrel was pressed directly against his forehead.

Vision gradually returned.

"Falcon" got a clear look at the two people in front of him.

A Persian man was looking down at him.

Standing next to him was a bald man with a full beard, holding a machine gun with the muzzle also pointed at him.

"You are not Mossad..."

Falcon's voice trembled, and his forehead was covered in cold sweat.

Fahad ignored him and turned to look at Bakhtiar.

"Tie him up and gag him."

Bakhtiar put his machine gun aside and grinned menacingly at "Falcon".

He then pulled out a few tactical cable ties and quickly tied the Falcon up like a dumpling.

He casually tore off a piece of his shirt and stuffed it into his mouth.

Zhang Jian lay motionless outside, afraid that someone might be lying in ambush nearby.

A few minutes later.

"Boss, all done."

Fahad's voice came through the headset.

"withdraw."

Zhang Jian gave the order directly.

Farhad gave Bakhtiar a wink.

Bakhtiar immediately slung his gun over his shoulder, grabbed "Falcon" by the collar, and together with Fahad, dragged him out of the ventilation shaft like a dead dog.

Outside the mine pit.

Those five men in black had all turned into corpses.

Bakhtiar kicked the nearest man, looking at the equipment on the corpse.

"Boss, these guys have pretty good equipment. Should we take them all back?"

"Forget about all that, take the men and let's go."

Zhang Jian glanced at the distant sky.

The roar of the attack helicopter rotors tearing through the air could already be faintly heard.

A large Iranian military force is rapidly encircling the enemy.

If we had gone any later, we would have run into the search party.

The four moved extremely quickly.

They quickly withdrew from the abandoned copper mine.

They stuffed the "Falcon" into the trunk of the SUV.

Farhad floored the accelerator and sped off along the abandoned logging road he had come from.

The car bumped along the rugged mountain road.

Zhang Jian sat in the passenger seat, lit a cigarette, and slowly exhaled a puff of smoke.

They have just evacuated from the Darband Mountains.

A large number of Iranian military vehicles were seen advancing along the main road toward the Darband Mountains, raising clouds of dust.

In the sky, three armed helicopters were circling and flying towards the mine.

Clearly, the sound of their gunfire attracted the attention of the Iranian military, who were now closing in on their previous position.

Zhang Jian took out his phone and glanced at the signal strength.

Once we left the mountainous area, the signal had returned to full strength.

He found Ahrid's number and dialed it.

The call was connected.

An extremely noisy background sound immediately came through the receiver.

Someone was shouting loudly in Persian, and there were also static and reports coming from walkie-talkies.

"First Battalion, take control of the left side of the mountain pass! Second Battalion, thoroughly search that entire grove of trees!"

Aiharid's voice was clearly filled with anxiety and excitement.

"General, you're quite busy."

Zhang Jian flicked his cigarette ash, his tone relaxed.

"Zhang! I don't have time to chat with you right now!"

"Ahlid shouted on the other end of the phone."

"The Mossad must have gone into the mountains too!"

"I have to dig that pilot out before they do!"

"This is the most important matter right now; we absolutely cannot afford any mistakes!"

"By the way, how's your intelligence gathering going? Do you have any more detailed information?"

Aihari spoke at an extremely fast pace, giving Zhang Jian no chance to interrupt.

"If you find it, send it to me immediately!"

"General."

Zhang Jian's voice wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally clear through the noisy phone call.

"Have your men withdraw."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.

Aiharid was stunned.

"Withdrawn? Zhang, are you kidding me?"

Ahrid's tone immediately turned somber.

"Withdrawing troops at this time is tantamount to handing the country over to Israel!"

"I'm not joking."

Zhang Jian leaned back in his chair, looking at the Darband Mountains receding into the distance in the rearview mirror, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"General, there's no need to look anymore."

"The person is with me."

As soon as those words were spoken...

There was complete silence on the other end of the phone.

A full five seconds passed.

The heavy breathing sounds then came through the radio waves again.

"What did you say?"

Aiharid's voice suddenly grew louder.

"I said, the pilot who jumped out is right here with me."

Zhang Jian took a drag of his cigarette.

"If you have time, you can come and ask me for help right now."

Inside the air defense command center.

Aiharid stood frozen in place, holding his phone.

All the staff officers and officers in the hall stared at him, not daring to utter a sound.

He swallowed hard.

"open……"

Aiharid took a deep breath, trying to make his voice sound steady.

"Are you sure it's the surviving pilot?"

"Genuine or genuine."

Zhang Jian smiled.

"By the way, your search and rescue team is moving too slowly."

"When I arrived, Mossad's five-man support team was already in position."

"But don't worry, I've already taken care of them. The bodies are just outside the ventilation shaft of that abandoned copper mine in the mountains."

Aikhail felt a buzzing sound in his head.

Mossad's support team?

Is it clean?!

How long has it been since the air raid siren was lifted?

Less than an hour!

This Chinese man not only accurately pinpointed the pilot's crash location.

They even intercepted the people after a small-scale clash with Mossad personnel before their main force arrived?!

What kind of intelligence network is this?

What kind of execution capability is this?

In comparison, their intelligence agencies appear far more incompetent!

Send me your coordinates, I'll be there right away!

hang up the phone.

Aiharid turned to look at the staff officer beside him.

"Send the search party to the abandoned No. 3 copper mine immediately!"

"There are five Mossad corpses there. Bring all five of them back!"

The staff officer was stunned.

"General, what about the pilot?"

"pilot?"

Ahrid took a deep breath.

He grabbed the military cap from the table, put it on his head, and strode outside.

"He's already been caught."