Tehran Grocery Store: My Intelligence is Priced Clearly

Early the next morning.

The Tehran sun shines brightly on the streets.

The roller shutter door in front of the grocery store was pulled up with a whoosh.

Farhad took a broom and went outside.

Standing at the door, I stretched and prepared to clear away the clutter.

Just then.

A slightly worn bread cart suddenly approached from a distance and stopped in front of the grocery store.

The car door opened, and five burly men wearing worn-out tactical vests stepped out one by one.

Having shaved off their stubble and grime and changed into clean and neat clothes, Suleiman and his men looked noticeably more energetic.

"ghost."

Suleiman walked up to Fahad and greeted him.

"So early?"

Farhad was taken aback, clearly not expecting these guys to arrive ahead of time.

He glanced around at them, then walked over with a smile and patted his arm.

"Alright, since you're here, let's go in quickly. The boss is inside."

At this moment, Zhang Jian was sitting behind the counter eating a baked flatbread, with a cup of black tea in his hand.

"Boss."

Suleiman led his men in and greeted them respectfully.

Zhang Jian looked up and surveyed them, then smiled with satisfaction.

"That makes you look much more alert."

Zhang Jian put down his teacup and wiped his hands with a tissue.

"Is the weapons list ready?"

Suleiman took a folded piece of paper out of his pocket and handed it over.

Zhang Jian took it and glanced at it.

HK416 assault rifle, Glock 17, stun grenades, tactical communication headset, bulletproof inserts...

Wow, these are all good stuff.

Zhang Jian looked up at them, a smile playing on his lips.

"Not bad, you have quite an appetite."

Suleiman straightened his back and spoke in a loud voice.

"You said yesterday that as long as you don't pick randomly, these are the best choices to guarantee the success rate of the task."

Zhang Jian immediately burst into laughter.

"Okay, Farhad."

"Give this list to Shahra as well, and have her forward it to General Al-Khalid."

Farhad responded and walked over to put the form away.

Before he could turn around, a series of hurried footsteps suddenly came from the stairs.

With sleepy eyes, a tablet in his hand, and slippers on, Amir rushed down the stairs.

"Boss! Something's up!"

He rushed to the counter and pushed the tablet in front of Zhang Jian.

The screen displays several surveillance cameras outside the grocery store.

"Boss, someone's watching us."

Amir pointed to a red box in the upper left corner of the screen.

"This is the guy!"

"This guy showed up at 6 a.m.

"I leaned against the utility pole at the alley entrance for a while before the cafe opened and I finally went in and sat down."

"But he chose a very strategic location, one that allowed him to see exactly what was going on in the entire alley."

"I've been watching him since he walked in; this guy is definitely suspicious!"

Zhang Jian leaned over and took a look.

In the picture, a man wearing a baseball cap is sitting by the window.

Although his hat brim was pulled low, the high-definition camera mounted on the lamppost still accurately captured half of his face.

Zhang Jian touched his chin.

"Is he alone?"

"It appears to be one person. I've hacked into the surveillance cameras in the surrounding three blocks, but I haven't found any waiting vehicles."

Amir spoke quickly.

"And this guy was very cautious, constantly avoiding most of the street surveillance cameras."

"If I hadn't put a pinhole camera in the sign across from that coffee shop, I might not have been able to take a picture of him."

Zhang Jian patted Amir on the shoulder.

"Well done, I'll give you a bonus later."

Amir's eyes lit up, and he happily hugged the tablet and stepped aside.

Zhang Jian turned his head and looked at Suleiman and the other four standing to the side.

"You're currently lacking quite a bit of the equipment you need, so use ours for now."

"Farhad, take them to the basement to choose."

"And then this person is handed over to you."

Zhang Jian picked up his black tea, took a sip, and spoke casually.

"Consider this your initial assessment test before you start working here."

"Don't kill him, I want him alive."

Suleiman readily agreed.

Five people can take care of one task; it basically doesn't require much effort.

I followed Farhad down to the basement.

"Smack."

Farhad reached out and pressed the switch on the wall.

The dimly lit basement was instantly illuminated by several high-powered incandescent bulbs.

Suleiman followed behind.

I had only taken half a step in when I froze.

The four teammates behind him were also frozen in place, staring intently at the scene before them.

What kind of basement is this?

This is basically a small underground armory!

On a row of metal shelves against the wall, a row of brand-new assault rifles were neatly stacked.

The gun still gleamed with the bluish glow it had when it left the factory.

Not only are there the common AK series, but there are even a few M4A1s with tactical attachments.

On the other side of the ground, there were more than a dozen green military ammunition boxes piled up.

The batch number and English label are clearly printed on it.

In the corner, there were even two RPG rocket launchers standing, and the boxes next to them were filled with bright yellow armor-piercing warheads.

Tactical vest, bulletproof inserts, communication headset, stun grenades, smoke grenades...

Various types of individual soldier equipment were neatly categorized and hung on half of the wall.

"Oh God..."

Hassan, standing behind Suleiman, couldn't help but exclaim.

He rushed to a shelf and picked up an M4A1.

He skillfully removed the magazine and pulled the bolt.

The crisp sound of metal clashing echoed in the basement.

"Boss, these guns are all brand new!"

Hassan turned his head, his voice full of joy.

"Even the firing pin is brand new; it's obvious it's never been fired!"

Yassin was already crouching next to the ammunition box.

He pried open the lock on a wooden box with his bare hands.

Open the lid.

Inside were neat rows of gleaming 5.56mm standard bullets, their surfaces gleaming with an alluring brass luster.

Suleiman swallowed hard and turned to look at Fahad, who was standing at the door smoking.

"Ghosts, these things..."

"Where did it come from?"

Suleiman simply couldn't understand it.

Even if the boss is rich, it's not easy to get these things in a place like Tehran.

Farhad smiled and waved his hand.

"Nothing to be surprised about."

"I bought them all from the 'bazaar' before, back when the 'blacksmith' was still there."

Bought from the bazaar?

Suleiman's eye twitched twice.

He knew about the "bazaar" place; it was indeed a black market.

But these good goods are not usually sold easily there.

Normally, it's already good enough if you can get some second-hand goods.

These items are clearly the active-duty equipment of the regular army—high-end stuff!

"You know that place called 'Bazaar'."

"These things aren't too hard to get if you pay enough."

Seeing his astonished expression, Fahad offered another explanation.

He then pointed upstairs.

"Alright, stop standing there."

"Quickly pick a few and get to work."

"As long as you can do the job well, even if you empty this place, the boss won't feel bad."