Tehran Grocery Store: My Intelligence is Priced Clearly

Suleiman turned around, his sharp eyes fixed on Zhang Jian.

"Open and aboveboard?"

Suleiman laughed as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world, letting out a muffled laugh from his chest.

He then abruptly stopped, pointing at his own nose.

"Do you know what disciplinary actions we're carrying?"

"Discharged from the military permanently!"

"From the military's perspective, it's practically a death sentence for us!"

"You're just a foreign kid who hasn't even grown a full beard yet, and you dare to come here and talk to me about fairness and justice?"

Hassan's voice drifted slowly down from outside the factory, carrying a hint of mockery.

"Boss, this kid's skin is so delicate, he's probably never even fired a gun before."

"You expect him to lead us to fight the CIA?"

"Don't listen to his nonsense, get him out of here, we have a boxing match tonight."

in the corner.

Yasin, the tall, thin man who was tossing his homemade explosives around, also came over.

He grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, and chuckled.

"Boss, anyone can make empty promises."

"That bald guy just said he'd hand over most of the venue to us to manage."

He turned his head and glanced at Zhang Jian.

"You're painting too big a picture; we don't have the appetite to swallow it."

Vice-captain Kamran remained silent.

He simply pressed the barrel down slightly, and the infrared aiming point landed directly on Zhang Jian's forehead.

Farhad's muscles were tense, his palms were sweaty, and he was about to speak to smooth things over.

Zhang Jian raised his hand to stop Fahad.

He pulled a cigarette case from his pocket, took one out and put it in his mouth, then tossed the case to Suleiman.

Suleiman didn't take it, letting the cigarette box hit his chest and fall to the ground.

Zhang Jian lit a cigarette and took a deep drag.

"Suleiman, a bad temper won't solve anything."

"What have you been doing all these years holed up in this run-down factory, besides scaring those lowlife thugs?"

"How long has it been since your gun has seen real blood?"

Zhang Jian pointed to the second-floor window, then to Hassan next to it.

"Sniper Kamran, demolition expert Yassin, fire support specialist Hassan."

"And there's Tarik, who hasn't shown up yet."

Zhang Jian exhaled a smoke ring.

The sound wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally clear in the empty factory.

"The assault team that once struck fear into the hearts of the enemy has now fallen to the point where they can barely afford to eat."

"If you don't feel aggrieved, I feel sorry for General Salish."

Upon hearing the words "General Salish," Suleiman's pupils suddenly contracted.

"Who exactly are you?"

"My name is Zhang Jian, and I run a grocery store in Tehran."

Zhang Jian patted the oil drum under his buttocks.

"However, the things I sell in my general store are rather special."

"General Al-Khalid and General Salish were both my clients."

Suleiman's brows furrowed.

Ahriyid? Salish?

These two names carry significant weight within the military.

How could an ordinary grocery store owner possibly have anything to do with them?

"Ghost, is what he said true?"

Suleiman turned to look at Farhad.

Farhad gave a wry smile.

"Suleiman, when have I ever lied to you?"

"The boss not only knows them, but also..."

"The energy is greater than you imagine."

Hassan chewed his gum and sized up Zhang Jian in a sleazy manner.

Anyone can brag.

"You say you can let us do this openly and honestly, how can you prove it?"

"Would those old fogies at the General Staff agree to let us 'war criminals' take up arms again?"

Zhang Jian glanced at him, said nothing, and directly took out his phone and dialed Salehi's number.

I pressed the speakerphone button.

The phone rang three times before being answered.

"open?"

Salish's voice came out, tinged with surprise and a hint of solemnity.

Suleiman and Yassin exchanged a glance, a look of shock flashing in their eyes.

They were all too familiar with that voice.

"General."

Zhang Jian flicked off his cigarette ash.

"Has the matter from last time been resolved?"

Salish sighed heavily.

"I'm sorry to have made you laugh, Mr. Zhang. Everything has been taken care of."

"I wonder if Mr. Zhang called me this time because there's anything I can help you with?"

Zhang Jian glanced at Suleiman and clearly saw a flicker of excitement in his eyes.

He smiled softly.

"It's nothing serious, I just wanted to ask you about Suleiman's squad."

Salish's breath hitched.

"Zhang, did they offend you?"

"I'll send someone over right away..."

"No, no, no."

Zhang Jian interrupted him with a smile.

"General, they did not provoke me."

"General Aiharid should have told you about my situation."

"I have a security team that he specially approved to protect my personal safety."

"I've been getting a lot of mixed news lately, including some negative feedback about me."

"Therefore, General Al-Khalid has permitted me to slightly raise the security level."

"So, my men recommended them to me."

"After all, they are elites who came from your school, so I thought I'd consult you."

The other end of the phone went silent instantly.

A good ten seconds passed before Salish's heavy voice finally came through.

"Zhang, all I can say is that they are all good soldiers."

"I'm sorry I couldn't save them back then."

"General..."

Hassan's eyes instantly reddened, and he was about to step forward to speak when Suleiman, whose face had also turned serious, pulled him back.

"Zhang, if you need security personnel, I can guarantee they are absolutely the best choice."

Zhang Jian looked up and glanced at Suleiman, who was standing ramrod straight and holding Hassan's hand.

"General, I have no problem choosing them."

"But I heard they're on the military's blacklist. Will that have any impact...?"

"rest assured."

Salish spoke directly.

I know what you're worried about.

"Zhang, there's no need to worry too much about this."

"Initially, it was simply to provide an explanation to the international community."

"Otherwise, given their crimes, it wouldn't be as simple as just being discharged from the military."

"If you're really interested in hiring them, I can guarantee that no one will cause you any trouble."

"If it really exists..."

"Let them come find me!"

"OK."

Zhang Jian chuckled softly.

"Then I'll have to trouble you, General."

The phone hangs up.

The busy signal echoed through the empty factory.

Zhang Jian casually put his phone in his pocket, sat back down on the oil drum, and took a drag of his cigarette.

The factory was so quiet that only the heavy breathing of the few people in front of me could be heard.

Salehi's statement, "They are all good soldiers"...

It was like a heavy hammer that slammed into the tightly closed hearts of these men.

On the second floor, the infrared aiming point behind the window disappeared at some point.

Hassan's eyes were red, and he had spat out his chewing gum on the ground without anyone noticing.

Suleiman clenched his fists, forcibly suppressing his turbulent emotions.

"Did you hear me clearly?"

Zhang Jian flicked off his cigarette ash.

"General Salish personally vouched for you."

"Now, can we talk?"