Tehran Grocery Store: My Intelligence is Priced Clearly

Suleiman took a deep breath, suppressing the shock in his heart.

He finally understands.

Why would a former high-ranking agent like "Ghost" willingly work for a Chinese man in his twenties?

His boss's background was truly unfathomable.

"Stop looking, grab the equipment!"

Suleiman regained his commander's composure and issued the order in a deep voice.

"Kamran, that Sayyad sniper rifle is yours. Go to the second floor and lock onto him!"

"Hassan, take that M4 with the ACOG scope and stand guard at the door."

"Yasin, grab your stun grenades and restraints, and follow me on this assault."

"As for Tariq, change your clothes and go over there disguised as a waiter!"

"yes!"

Kamran and the others sprang into action instantly.

The only sounds in the basement for a moment were the crisp click of the magazine catch and the ripping of Velcro.

Less than three minutes.

The five burly men who originally looked like homeless people have completely changed their appearance.

Hassan and Kamran were wearing black tactical vests, with bulletproof inserts packed tightly inside.

A quick-draw holster was strapped to the outside of his thigh, inside which was a loaded Glock 17.

The assault rifle in his hand was equipped with a tactical flashlight and a red dot sight.

A strong sense of impending doom permeated the basement.

Suleiman and Yassin, however, were not fully armed; they had to go into the store to arrest people.

Farhad looked at the fully armed squad in front of him and nodded in satisfaction.

An ace truly lives up to his name.

If you give them a good set of teeth, these guys could become the enemy's nightmare at any time.

Suleiman looked at his brothers who had just re-armed, and his eyes inexplicably reddened.

He sniffed lightly, forcibly suppressing the bitterness in his heart, and shouted out the same words they used when they went on their mission years ago.

"Shadow, let's go!"

……

In the coffee shop diagonally opposite the grocery store.

Taric stirred his coffee, his gaze constantly drifting through the window to the alleyway outside.

That crazy woman Nashid sent him to kidnap people, but she didn't have a single photo.

I can only familiarize myself with the entire alleyway first before making any plans.

I wouldn't have taken this risk if it weren't for the fact that she gave me an extra five thousand yuan.

That Asian man was clearly not someone to mess with.

but……

That guy actually gave quite a bit of money.

Eighty-five thousand US dollars is not a small amount for him.

Tarik raised his wrist to check the time.

10:15 AM.

"jingle!"

Just then, the doorbell rang at the coffee shop.

A man wearing a gray robe walked in and went straight to the bar to order.

Tarik glanced at it out of the corner of his eye, but didn't pay any attention.

But then, another person pushed the door open and came in.

He sat down in a booth not far from him, holding a newspaper in his hand.

Taric's nerves tightened instantly.

His intuition, honed from years of walking the line between life and death, told him that something was wrong.

Although the two people seemed to have nothing in common, their positions and postures subtly blocked the front door and side windows of the coffee shop.

Tarik's hand slowly reached for the gun handle inside his jacket.

He didn't turn around, but instead used the reflection of the metal spoon on the coffee cup to observe what was behind him.

In the direction of the kitchen, a cleaner in work clothes appeared out of nowhere, holding a mop, and was slowly approaching him.

We're surrounded!

A buzzing sound went through Taric's mind.

He didn't even think about how he was exposed; his first reaction was to run!

"Bang!"

Taric abruptly overturned the table in front of him, and the scalding coffee, cup and all, hurled at the man next to him who was holding a newspaper.

At the same time, using the table as cover, he darted like a cheetah toward a closed glass window next to him.

With both the front and back doors blocked, breaking a window was the only way out.

Once he's on the street, surrounded by crowds and distractions, he's confident he can escape.

"Splash!"

Taric used his elbow to shield his head and smashed the coffee shop's glass window.

Glass shards were scattered all over the floor.

He rolled on the ground to dissipate the impact, then crouched down to draw his gun, preparing to flag down a passing car.

However, as soon as he raised his head, a dark gun barrel was already pressed against his forehead.

Hassan stood right in front of him, fully armed, looking down at him.

The surrounding environment instantly became noisy, and passersby exclaimed in surprise and ran away.

"Ring ring ring".

Suleiman led Yassin out of the coffee shop and stood coldly in front of Tariq.

"Quick reaction."

"He's just not very bright."

Suleiman looked at Tariq, who had a gun pointed at his head, and spoke calmly.

Taric gritted his teeth, his finger on the trigger, trying to find an angle to retaliate.

I advise you not to move.

A voice came from behind me.

Yasinka, from his evacuation position, pointed to Kamran on the opposite building.

"There are people watching you over there."

Three people, three directions.

Taric realized with despair that no matter how he moved, at least two bullets would pierce his head simultaneously.

This is no ordinary bodyguard!

Their tactical skills and teamwork are absolutely top-notch!

Who exactly is that Asian man?

Hiring special forces soldiers as security guards?!

"Click".

Tarik released his grip, and the pistol fell to the ground.

Yassin stepped forward, kicked the gun away, and then slammed the butt of the gun into the back of Tariq's neck.

Taric's vision went black, and he collapsed limply to the ground.

"Tow it onto the vehicle, drive it around, and then come back to avoid causing public panic."

Suleiman put away his gun, turned around and saw that someone next to him had already taken out a phone to call the police, and whispered to Hassan and Yassin.

"clear!"

……

The basement of the grocery store.

In the house next to the ammunition depot.

"Splash!"

A bucket of ice-cold water was poured over his head.

Taric gasped sharply and woke up coughing violently.

He shook the water droplets off his head, and his vision gradually became clear.

He tried to get up, but the feeling of being bound by something made him very uncomfortable.

He twisted and turned a few times, but when he couldn't break free, he breathed a sigh of relief and then looked around the room.

He was tied to an iron chair.

Both hands and feet were tightly secured with thick nylon cable ties.

Not far in front of me was a folding table.

The Asian man was sitting behind the table, fiddling with a windproof lighter in his hand.

The pale blue flame lit up and then went out, making a crisp "click" sound.

The driver stood to his side and slightly behind him, with his arms crossed.

The men who had captured him stood close to the wall, staring at him like five malevolent spirits.

Tarik swallowed hard, forcing himself to calm down.

He took a few deep breaths and asked in slightly accented English.

"Who exactly are you people?"