Tehran Grocery Store: My Intelligence is Priced Clearly

Having been in the mercenary circle for so many years, he has seen his fair share of ruthless characters.

But today's operation, with a fully-fledged special forces team deployed to capture him, really caught him off guard.

Zhang Jian sat behind the folding table and took out a cigarette.

The pale blue flame moved closer to the cigarette butt.

He took a deep breath, exhaled a puff of blue smoke, and slowly raised his head.

"You dare to follow me without knowing who I am? You've got some nerve."

Zhang Jian tapped his fingers lightly twice on the table.

Farhad, standing nearby, sneered, stepped forward, and grabbed Tariq by the hair.

"Kid, you've been an independent mercenary for quite a while now, haven't you?"

"Some people you can mess with, some people you can't. Can't you even understand such a simple principle?"

"The boss was already too lazy to bother with what happened yesterday."

"I didn't expect you to actually go out of your way to get involved."

Taric's scalp was being pulled painfully, but he gritted his teeth and endured it.

"Since I've lost, I accept it."

Name your price.

"I'll pay any amount of money as long as you spare my life!"

Zhang Jian couldn't help but laugh after hearing this.

"Tarik, you're dreaming."

"Let me name my price. Can you afford it?"

"With your salary as a special driving instructor in the Colombian Army, could you afford to buy your life?"

"Don't tell me you've made money as a mercenary over the past few years."

"You know exactly how much you've earned."

Zhang Jian read out his name directly, which made Taric freeze instantly and his breathing become rapid.

The other party not only knew his name, but also had a complete understanding of his background in Colombia!

It's important to know that he had been using a false identity since he arrived in the Middle East.

He completely erased his past record.

The person in front of him, however, effortlessly uncovered his past in just one day.

Is this kind of intelligence gathering ability really something that an Asian person can do?

"Am I right, Instructor Tarik?"

Zhang Jian raised his eyelids and looked at the guy he had captured with great interest.

The basement was eerily quiet.

Suleiman and Hassan, who were standing to the side, exchanged glances, their hearts also filled with turmoil!

They just brought the man back.

As a result, the boss didn't even conduct an interrogation and directly uncovered the kid's background.

This intelligence capability is simply terrifying!

Suleiman is now increasingly grateful that he accepted the job without hesitation yesterday.

Following such an unfathomable boss is definitely a million times better than drifting through life outside.

Tarik swallowed hard, forcibly suppressing the fear in his heart.

"What exactly do you want?"

"Now that you've found out everything about me, just get to the point."

"Kill me or torture me, it's up to you, but I won't utter a single word about my employer."

"That's our rule as mercenaries!"

Tarik stiffened his neck, trying to preserve the last bit of dignity for himself.

Zhang Jian looked at him like he was an idiot.

"rule?"

"You came to my shop and were staking out it, and now you want to talk to me about rules?"

Zhang Jian stood up, walked around the folding table, and went to Tarik.

"Do you think that if you don't tell me, I won't know who hired you?"

Tarik kept his mouth shut and didn't say a word.

Zhang Jian bent down, leaned close to his ear, and spoke softly, but every word was piercing.

"Nashid, that crazy red-haired woman, isn't quite right in the head."

"You used to be an army instructor, don't you know this basic common sense? Are you going to make a fool of yourself too?"

boom!

Tarik's mind seemed to explode.

He suddenly widened his eyes, staring incredulously at Zhang Jian, who was standing right in front of him.

"How...how did you know!"

"I not only know it's her."

Zhang Jian straightened up and looked at the system screen in front of him.

"I also know that she gave you an extra five thousand dollars, making it eighty-five thousand dollars, to have you kidnap my people."

Taric is completely out of control!

This is the price we just negotiated yesterday!

He had looked around and there was definitely no third person there!

As a result, the other party now knows the exact amount!

Faced with overwhelming information, Taric's psychological defenses crumbled instantly.

His cherished mercenary code seemed like a joke in front of this Asian man.

"Don't kill me!"

Taric struggled violently for a moment.

The chair slid forward a few steps, making a screeching sound.

"I'll tell you! I'll tell you everything!"

"Nashid sent me!"

"She said that you're no match for us in a head-on confrontation, and sent me to keep an eye on you."

"I'll find a chance to kidnap one of you so I can use him as leverage in negotiations!"

Zhang Jian retreated behind the table and sat down again.

"continue."

Tarik was panting heavily, not daring to hide anything at all.

"She's currently hiding in a secluded shop on the edge of the southern district."

"That was a safe house she found temporarily."

"After she lets me succeed, she just needs to take the person over there."

Taric explained Nashid's location and the surrounding terrain clearly, as if pouring beans from a bamboo tube.

After listening, Zhang Jian turned to look at Suleiman, who was standing to the side.

"Did you write down the location?"

Suleiman nodded, his voice steady.

"I've got it."

"The southern edge of the district has a simple terrain, no tall buildings nearby, and a wide view."

Zhang Jian threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stomped it out.

"OK."

"The diagnostic test is over, and everyone got a perfect score."

"Now, let's begin the formal mission."

Zhang Jian stood up and looked around at his five newly recruited fierce generals.

"Fahd, have Bakhtiar come down and keep an eye on this kid."

"Suleiman, take your men and head to the southern district."

Suleiman suddenly stood at attention.

"Boss, live or dead?"

Zhang Jian touched his chin.

Nashid has a lot of information about the Rafi family, so keeping this woman around is still somewhat useful.

It would be a shame to kill it directly.

Since she wants to use the kidnapping-negotiation tactic, then I'll teach her what a real dimensional reduction attack is.

"Don't kill him yet."

Zhang Jian spoke casually.

"Please invite her over; I want to talk to her in person."

Suleiman confirmed it.

"What if she resists?"

Zhang Jian was slightly taken aback.

"How could a gang woman possibly stand up to five burly men?"

"Never mind, as long as he's still alive, that's fine."

"The rest is up to you to do whatever you want with it."

Suleiman grinned, revealing a set of white teeth.

"clear!"

He turned around and gestured to Hassan and the others.

"Check the equipment!"

Whoosh!

The sound of guns being cocked echoed again from the basement.

Kamran and his team quickly inspected the magazines and communication equipment.

Taric was tied to a chair.

Looking at the menacing commando team in front of him, he broke out in a cold sweat.

He's now just glad he didn't push himself too hard in the coffee shop.

Otherwise now...

I doubt they can even put the puzzle together.