Tehran Grocery Store: My Intelligence is Priced Clearly

Aiharid sat in the car, staring blankly at the message Zhang Jian had sent him.

Pascal!

Deputy Captain of the Special Guard.

This position isn't considered low-ranking within the Ministry of the Interior.

Many leaders' bodyguards came from this team.

The security measures for this awards ceremony were also handled by the Special Guard.

As the key figure in charge of security for the entire venue, it's no wonder that the bomb was able to be delivered undetected.

"That bastard!"

Ahrid slammed his fist into the back of the front seat.

"I'll skin him alive!"

Forty minutes later.

The convoy came to a sudden stop in front of the venue.

At this time, a cordon had been set up around the venue. A large number of members of the Ministry of the Interior's Special Guard, dressed in black combat uniforms, were patrolling.

Seeing a large number of Revolutionary Guard soldiers rushing towards them menacingly, the Special Guard members immediately raised their guns.

"Halt! This is a martial law zone!"

Aiharid pushed open the car door and jumped out, kicking a guard captain who was blocking his way.

"Get out of my way! Let Qasim come out and see me!"

The two sides instantly became tense, pointing their guns at each other.

The commotion at the door immediately drew everyone's attention.

A burly man with a full beard strode out from inside the gate.

It was Qasim, the captain of the Special Guard of the Ministry of the Interior.

"Akhalid! Are you insane?!"

Kasim roared as he walked down the steps.

"You led troops to storm the meeting venue, are you trying to rebel?!"

Without a word, Aiharid strode forward and grabbed Qasim by the collar.

"Where is Pascal?"

Qasim paused for a moment.

"What do you want with Basca? He's inspecting the field..."

Before he could finish speaking...

His gaze then passed over Qasim's shoulder and locked onto a figure in the side corridor of the hall—it was Basca.

The guy was walking briskly towards the power distribution room.

"adjutant!"

Ahrid suddenly spoke up.

"Grab him!"

Beside him, Aiharid's adjutant suddenly darted out, moving with incredible speed, and rushed into the hall in the blink of an eye.

In the corridor, Pascal heard the noise and turned around abruptly.

When he saw the people rushing towards him, his expression changed instantly.

He instinctively reached into his pocket.

"Bang!"

The adjutant didn't give him a chance to take anything out; he raised his hand and fired a shot, hitting him directly in the arm.

He closed the distance in an instant, and kicked out, striking Basca hard in the chest.

Basca grunted and flew backward, crashing heavily into the wall.

A black car key fell out of his pocket and slid to the adjutant's feet.

The adjutant bent down to pick up the car keys, then pointed his gun directly at Basca, who had fallen to the ground.

At that moment, Aiharid also walked over quickly.

He snatched the car keys and asked angrily.

"Basca, tell me, what exactly is this thing!"

At that moment, Qasim also rushed in with his men.

When he saw Basca holding his bleeding arm and having blood pointed at his head, he was completely stunned.

"What are you doing! Let him go!"

Aiharid sneered and threw the remote control disguised as a car key into Qasim's arms.

"Captain Qasim, take a look at this first."

Kasim caught the remote control, and his expression changed instantly.

As the captain of the special guard, he was very familiar with these things.

The moment you hold it, you know this is definitely not an ordinary car key.

He suddenly looked down at Pascal on the ground.

"Pascal, you..."

Baskar crossed his arms and stared at Aharid with a venomous look.

Ahrid interrupted him directly.

"Alright, Qasim."

"You'd better think about how to explain this to the General Staff."

"take away!"

Aikhail didn't even glance at Baskar, whose face had turned deathly pale.

He turned around and spoke in a deep voice to his personal advisor standing beside him.

"The bomb is in the main ventilation duct directly below the podium. Send the bomb disposal team there immediately."

soon.

Several soldiers wearing heavy bomb disposal suits rushed into the hall carrying toolboxes and headed straight for the podium.

Qasim had by then fully realized what was happening.

He felt cold all over, and his back was soaked with cold sweat.

Is there really a bomb?!

The mole was actually Basska?!

He looked at Aiharid and swallowed.

"Aikhail, how did you know Basca was problematic!"

Aiharid ignored him; he still vividly remembered what Aiharid had said on the phone.

If he weren't afraid of being blamed by his superiors and suffering the consequences, he would have done what Zhang Jian said and simply ignored him, letting him do whatever he wanted.

Qasim got an unpleasant experience, but there was nothing he could do about it.

It's because he didn't give Ahrid any face before.

Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river.

This reversal, however, came rather quickly.

Deep inside the hall, several members of the bomb disposal team were sweating profusely as they studied the bomb.

Not long after, the bomb disposal team leader's terrified shouts came through the walkie-talkie.

"General! Something's wrong!"

"The bomb isn't a regular C4! It's a mercury-based anti-tilt fuse with a light-sensitive detonator!"

"The ventilation duct covers are welded shut. If you force your way in and let any light in, the bomb will detonate immediately!"

"Fifteen minutes left in the countdown!"

Upon hearing this, Qasim's vision went black, and he nearly collapsed to the ground.

Aiharid was suddenly startled.

Mercury anti-tilt and light-sensitive detonation?

These Mossad agents are really going to take things to extremes!

the other side.

The pickup truck quickly pulled up in front of the grocery store.

Zhang Jian pushed open the door and got out of the car.

Inside the house, Amir had already been monitoring their movements.

Before he could even push the door open, Haishan pulled it open from the inside.

"Boss."

Zhang Jian nodded and stepped into the house.

"Where's Shahra? Tell her to come find me."

Haishan called out towards the upstairs direction, and Shahra quickly brought Lalei down from upstairs.

"Zhang, you were looking for me?"

Zhang Jian plopped back down behind the counter and said to her with a smug look on his face.

"General Al-Khalid has agreed to expand the size of my security team."

Do you have any suitable staff you can recommend?

"Approximately how many people are needed?"

"Shahra asked."

"The exact number wasn't specified."

Zhang Jian rubbed his chin, his eyes gleaming.

"Let's set it up for 30 people first. That should be enough for now."

"As for weapons, some restrictions have been relaxed."

"Take a look and see what's still missing. Report it all and let the General Staff fill in the gaps."

"certainly."

Zhang Jian looked at Hai Shan and the others, as well as Ali and Fahad who had just entered.

"If you have any suitable candidates, you can recommend them."

"Same as always, as long as we can get past Shahra, that's all that matters."