Tehran Grocery Store: My Intelligence is Priced Clearly

Al-Khalid's voice echoed in the room.

Zhang Jian looked at the phone on the counter; the screen was lit up, and the green hands-free icon was particularly eye-catching.

No one made a sound in the room.

The only sound was the ticking of the clock on the wall, one tick after another.

Haishan had just popped a segment of orange into her mouth, her cheeks puffed out halfway, when her hand, which was peeling the orange, froze in mid-air.

Bakhtiar touched his shiny bald head.

He glanced at the phone on the counter, then turned to look at Haishan.

He was suppressing a smile, and the fleshy part of his cheeks twitched.

Zhang Jian sighed, extended his index finger, and slowly pushed the phone towards Hai Shan.

Hai Shan swallowed the orange in her mouth, grabbed a tissue to wipe her hands, bent down, and leaned close to the phone microphone.

"General, I can hear you."

On the other end of the phone, Aiharid coughed twice.

then.

"Beep beep beep".

A series of urgent busy signals rang out.

Al-Khalid hung up the phone even faster than he drew his gun.

Zhang Jian pulled his phone back, casually put it in his pocket, and knocked on the glass counter.

"Alright, let's all disperse now."

"Please take what I just said to heart. If you find anyone suitable, please recommend them."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Bakhtiar came over from the side.

"Boss, I have a comrade-in-arms."

"He used to be in the same company as me in Aleppo; he was an assault soldier."

"He was injured and retired, and now he does manual labor in a slum south of Tehran."

"He's a good shot, but he's a bit stubborn."

"You can try contacting them."

Zhang Jian casually said, "As long as the person is reliable, that's fine."

"Okay!"

Bakhtiar excitedly pulled out his phone and ran outside to make a call.

Zhang Jian turned to look at Farhad.

"Farhad, you've been in the intelligence department for so long, do you have any good candidates in mind?"

Farhad remained silent for a moment.

He walked to the counter and lowered his voice.

"Boss, if you really want to build a team that can deal with the CIA and Mossad, ordinary soldiers definitely won't do."

"Oh?"

Zhang Jian became interested.

"You have connections?"

Farhad nodded, his expression somewhat complicated.

"I know a few people."

"They used to be special envoys for the Quds Force's overseas operations, specializing in dirty work."

When Shahra heard the words "overseas operations envoy," her expression changed drastically.

"Farhad! Are you insane?"

Shahra interrupted him sharply.

"Those people are all troublemakers on the military's blacklist!"

"They were kicked out of the army either for disobeying orders or for abusing force, and you've brought them back? Are you trying to cause trouble for Zhang Jian?"

"An overseas operations envoy of the Quds Force?"

Zhang Jian looked at Fahad in surprise.

He knew that Ali came from the "Holy City Brigade".

This is the most elite and secretive special forces unit in the Iranian Revolutionary Guard Corps, specializing in covert operations and non-traditional warfare overseas.

But the Holy City Brigade's overseas operations envoys...

What the hell is this?!

Judging from Shahra's attitude, it's clear that she's somewhat different from the "Holy City Brigade".

Why were they kicked out?

Zhang Jian looked at Fahad.

Farhad sighed.

"Three years ago, they were on a cover mission in Syria."

"The intelligence was wrong, which led to a squad being surrounded by an extremist group."

"To prioritize the overall situation, the higher-ups ordered the rescue efforts to be abandoned."

Farhad paused, his eyes sharpening.

"But the team leader refused to carry out the order."

"He led the remaining four men, defying military orders and launching a counterattack."

"And the result?"

Haishan peeled an orange beside her and asked with great interest.

"The five of them single-handedly broke through an extremist group's camp and rescued the trapped squad."

Farhad took a deep breath.

"But because of disobeying orders, and the use of internationally banned white phosphorus bombs during the breakout, it caused great international pressure."

"After returning home, they were sent to a military court."

"Originally, he was supposed to serve several years in prison, but because of his meritorious service in saving lives, he was given a lenient sentence and was only permanently discharged from the military."

"The reason these people are called overseas operations envoys is..."

"It's because they are all top-notch soldiers trained by the Holy City Brigade."

"General Salish couldn't bear to let these people leave just like that, so he set up a separate, unofficial department."

"There are some dirty jobs that are not suitable for the Quds Force to handle, but it is not necessary to involve Hezbollah. So we just recalled these people and let them handle them."

"That's why these people got this nickname."

Zhang Jian stared wide-eyed at Fahad.

So it seems these people are really ruthless!

They disobeyed orders, used white phosphorus bombs, and did dirty and tiring work that the "Holy City Brigade" was not allowed to do.

These people are the real killers!

Where are they now?

Zhang Jian asked.

"Working as a thug in Tehran's underground black market."

Farhad gave a wry smile.

"They can't do anything except serve in the military."

"Because they are all people who have been to military courts, those prominent people are unwilling to hire them as bodyguards."

"Go join a gang, they won't even look down on you."

"So, apart from occasionally taking on some dirty work for the Holy City Brigade, I can only make a living by doing these shady jobs."

"What's the name of the person leading the team?"

"Code name 'The Butcher,' real name Suleiman."

Zhang Jian turned to look at Shahra.

What do you think?

Shahra frowned.

"Zhang, I admit they are very strong in combat."

"But these people are out of control."

"Keeping them around is like having a time bomb."

"Moreover, the General Staff might not agree either."

"I'll handle things with the General Staff."

Zhang Jian waved his hand.

"I only care about one thing."

He stared into Farhad's eyes.

"If I pay them to work, will they obey?"

Farhad shook his head.

"Boss, Suleiman isn't that kind of person who values ​​money."

"If they really want money, they can go to the Taresh family or the Pur Mohammed family."

"These families are very willing to pay them high salaries."

"What is he lacking?"

"Recognition, dignity."

Farhad uttered two words.

"And another reason that would allow them to openly pick up guns."

Zhang Jian smiled.

He stood up, took the car keys he had just put in the drawer, and tossed them to Fahad.

"Walk."

Farhad caught the key and paused for a moment.

"Where to?"

"Go to the black market."

Zhang Jian put on his coat, his eyes revealing a hint of admiration.

"Go and meet this 'butcher' you mentioned."