Tehran Grocery Store: My Intelligence is Priced Clearly

Outside the air defense command post, several black military off-road vehicles roared to life.

Ahrid strides up to the back seat of the lead car, slaps the back of the driver's seat, and hands over his phone.

"Go to this address!"

The adjutant sat in the passenger seat, holding the battle report he had just compiled.

"General, are we heading to the Darband Mountains?"

"Go to hell!"

Ahrid swore.

"They've already been arrested, what's the point of going into the mountains? Just let the search party collect the bodies!"

The adjutant swallowed hard, unable to believe his ears.

On the other side, in downtown Tehran.

The old pickup truck turned into a back alley behind a house and came to a steady stop in the backyard.

This was the safe house that Farhad had prepared for himself.

Close the backyard gate again.

Bakhtiar carried the tightly bound "Falcon" into the house with one hand.

Farhad followed behind, closing the door behind him.

"Bang!"

Bakhtiar tossed the "Falcon" onto a chair.

He picked up a thick hemp rope from the side and wrapped it around him several times to secure him tightly.

Falcon groaned in pain.

His broken left leg hung limply in a twisted position, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

Zhang Jian pulled up a folding chair and sat down opposite "Falcon".

He took out his cigarette case, lit one, and took a slow, deliberate puff.

Farhad stepped forward and ripped the rag out of Falcon's mouth.

"Cough cough cough."

Falcon coughed violently a few times, gasping for air.

He raised his head, his gaze fixed on the smoking Asian face in front of him.

"Who exactly are you?"

"Falcon" spoke fluent English, though his voice was hoarse.

Zhang Jian exhaled a smoke ring and ignored him.

Falcon gritted his teeth, forcing himself to calm down.

He had received some training in counter-interrogation and was well aware of his current situation.

Since the other party didn't kill him immediately, it means he still has value.

"Listen, no matter who you are or who you work for."

"Falcon" stared into Zhang Jian's eyes and spoke faster.

"Just hand me over to Israel or the CIA, and they'll give you unimaginable wealth!"

"Dollar, gold, even a European passport—you can have whatever you want!"

"Think about it carefully..."

"Even if you hand me over to the Iranians, what can they give you?"

"A few words of verbal praise?"

"Or is it a promise that could be reneged on at any time?"

"I am a high-ranking officer in the Israeli Air Force; my life is worth a lot!"

"You're Asian, you're much smarter than these Islamic pigs from the Middle East, you should know how to choose!"

Zhang Jian flicked his cigarette ash and chuckled softly.

"You're right, your life is indeed very valuable."

A glimmer of hope flashed in Falcon's eyes.

Name your price!

"If you let me go, you'll have everything you want!"

Zhang Jian shook his head.

"Unfortunately, you're too late."

Falcon froze, his face turning deathly pale.

"Are you crazy?!"

"The Iranians can't give you that much! They'll only use you!"

Zhang Jian stubbed out his cigarette and stood up.

"That's not right."

"So far, my cooperation with them is going quite well."

He parted the curtain and looked out the window.

"Farhad, keep an eye on him."

"The buyer will be here soon."

"Wait! You can't do that!"

"Falcon" struggled frantically, shaking the iron chair until it creaked.

Bakhtiar stepped forward and slapped him hard across the face without any hesitation.

"Shut up!"

"If you make another sound, I'll break your other leg too!"

Falcon was beaten senseless, blood constantly spilling from the corner of its mouth, before finally calming down.

Fifteen minutes later.

Suddenly, the sound of brakes came from outside the door.

Three SUVs with military license plates were parked across the street.

A dozen or so fully armed Revolutionary Guard soldiers quickly jumped off the vehicle and spread out to form a perimeter.

Aiharid got out of the car, looked around, and then went up to knock on the door.

Ali opened the door.

Zhang Jian was leaning against a pillar with his hands in his pockets.

Where are they?

"I can't breathe," Akhalid asked directly.

Zhang Jian pouted angrily.

"there."

Following Zhang Jian's gesture, Aiharid hurriedly walked towards the inner room on the side.

Upon entering the room, he immediately spotted "Falcon" strapped to an iron chair and his iconic Israeli Air Force flight suit.

Aiharid strode forward, grabbed "Falcon" by the hair, and forced him to look up.

He examined it carefully for a moment.

"Hahaha!"

He suddenly burst into laughter.

"Good! Good! Good!"

He said "good" three times in a row, then suddenly turned around and grabbed Zhang Jian's shoulder, who had also come over.

"Zhang! You've really helped me a lot this time!"

"This is a living F-35I pilot!"

"We're the first in the entire Middle East!"

"With him, we have another bargaining chip!"

Zhang Jian smiled.

"I'm glad the general is satisfied."

"Satisfied! Extremely satisfied!"

Ahrid paced back and forth excitedly.

"but……"

"General."

"You said before that I could name my price as long as I could get information about this guy, right?"

Zhang Jian spoke up at the opportune moment.

Aiharid stopped and waved his hand.

"Speak! If it's within my power, I won't hesitate!"

Zhang Jian nodded.

"My requirements are actually quite simple."

"First, I need to upgrade my security level by one level."

"Um?"

Ahrid raised an eyebrow.

"Zhang, I've already granted you security with 10 people. Isn't that enough?"

"not enough."

Zhang Jian shook his head.

"You know better than I what happened to the old grocery store."

"The CIA won't let me off easily. Although we've destroyed their base, no one can guarantee they won't come back."

Ahrid remained silent.

"Therefore, in order to deal with some emergencies, I need to strengthen my security team a little, and along with that, the weapons and equipment also need to be upgraded."

Zhang Jian looked at Aiharid's slightly furrowed brows.

"You don't need to worry about me doing anything out of line."

"Compared to my little stunts, you know better than I do what behemoths like the Purmohammed family and the Taresh family are like."

"Ermuhammad, Taresh?"

Aiharid looked at Zhang Jian and said, "You're quite the competitor."

Zhang Jian shrugged.

"It's just that, compared to them, I'm more law-abiding."

Aiharid took a deep breath.

"OK."

"open……"

"In principle, I agree with your proposal, but I'll say it again."

"Your security team members will still be subject to the supervision of the General Staff."

"Shahra will keep an eye on you for me. I hope you won't let me down."

When Aiharid agreed, Zhang Jian was immediately pleased.

"Rest assured, General."

"I will report the personnel information after I have completed the recruitment."

"So, besides that, are there any others?"

Ahrid continued to question him.

Zhang Jian pursed his lips.

After thinking for a moment, he then expressed his most important request.