Tehran Grocery Store: My Intelligence is Priced Clearly

Taric, who was tied up beside him, let out a bitter laugh.

"hehe……"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"I told you long ago, you have no idea what kind of monster you've messed with!"

"You still want to negotiate with him?"

"I'm afraid you won't even know how you died!"

Tarik's laughter echoed in the basement.

To Nashid, however, it sounded like a death knell.

She finally realized that in his eyes, she was like a transparent joke.

All the schemes and all the cards on their hands were already clear to them.

"No, no!"

Nashid completely broke down.

Tears and snot mingled together as she wailed and cried without any regard for her image.

"I don't want anything anymore!"

"I don't want the money! You can keep the USB drive!"

"Please, let me go! I'll leave Tehran right away!"

"I promise I will never set foot in Tehran again in my entire life!"

"Please! Let me go!"

She struggled desperately, causing the chair to thud against the floor with a dull thud.

Zhang Jian didn't even glance at her again.

He turned around and started walking up the steps one by one.

"Farhad, ask her for the email account and password for the scheduled emails."

"She can say it if she wants, or it's fine if she doesn't."

"Then, get rid of these two people."

"I don't want to see them again."

Zhang Jian's voice drifted down from the top of the stairs, devoid of any emotion.

"Okay, boss."

Farhad grinned and raised the dagger in his hand again.

The basement door slammed shut behind Zhang Jian.

Nashid's desperate screams came from below.

Zhang Jian paused slightly, his heart skipped a beat, but it was only a slight tremor.

Inside, on the first floor.

Amir was leaning over the counter, fiddling with his tablet.

Shahra sat on a chair to the side, holding a piece of velvet cloth, slowly wiping the sleeve of her Glock 17.

Hearing footsteps on the stairs, Shahra stopped what she was doing and looked up.

"Resolved?"

"Two little shrimps."

Zhang Jian walked to the counter and poured himself a glass of water.

"Suleiman went to the train station to pick up some things. Once he returns, the Rafi family's troubles should be resolved."

"Where's Lala?"

Zhang Jian asked a question.

"She's asleep. The little one woke up a bit early this morning and was yawning a lot, so I put her to sleep."

Beside him, Amir turned his head and his ten fingers flew across the keyboard.

"Boss, I've cleared all the surveillance footage from the South District. No one can track down Suleiman and his group."

"Well done."

Zhang Jian praised him.

"See if you can crack Nashid's email account later. That guy set up a timed email in there. Delete it."

Amir smiled, his face full of confidence.

"Don't worry, boss, give me 20 minutes."

Zhang Jian picked up his water glass, found a chair, and sat down. He had only been quiet for a short while when his phone vibrated in his pocket.

He took out his phone and glanced at the screen.

The call was immediately connected.

"Zhang! Are you kidding me?!"

The moment I pressed the answer button, a deafening roar erupted from the phone.

Zhang Jian quickly moved his phone further away and rubbed his ear.

Ahalid's powerful voice boomed through the receiver into his ear.

"An HK416 assault rifle? An M4 with an ACOG scope? Or even a Barrett M82A1?"

"And so many high-explosive grenades, stun grenades, and C4 explosives!"

"What exactly do you want?"

"Are you planning to open a security company in Tehran, or are you planning to storm the presidential palace?!"

Ahrid was truly furious.

He had just returned to his office from a meeting that morning when Shahra sent him a weapons list to his encrypted email address.

When he opened it, he almost flipped the table over.

This isn't the configuration of a security squad; this is the firepower of a heavy assault team!

Zhang Jian took a sip of water and slowly spoke into his phone.

"General, please don't get so angry."

"I have a bad temper? Look at the list you made!"

Ahrid was so angry on the other end of the phone that he slammed his fist on the table.

"Do you think the Revolutionary Guard's armory is your personal supermarket, where you can just pick and take whatever you want?"

"I agree to you slightly expanding your security team, but not by turning it into a reinforced company!"

Zhang Jian slowly crossed his legs.

"General, let's talk this out."

"Didn't you say before that the military would provide full support in terms of equipment?"

"This is a sensitive time for us. Although the CIA has been almost crippled, Mossad is still around, isn't it?"

"Not only are they more deeply entrenched, but the underground forces in Tehran also pose a significant threat to me."

"You know better than I how many armed men they have under their command."

"I can't exactly send my men to fight them with fire pokers, can I?"

Aiharid was taken aback, his tone softened slightly, but he still gritted his teeth.

"That doesn't require so much firepower!"

"You used C4 in downtown Tehran? Did you want to blow up half the city block?!"

Zhang Jian chuckled softly.

"It's always better to be prepared."

"Didn't my old shop use that thing?"

"Besides, I'm doing this to help you, General, solve your problems."

"Can you help me solve my problems?"

Aiharid scoffed, "I'll be grateful if you don't cause me any trouble."

Zhang Jian shook his somewhat stiff neck.

"General, what if I told you I have a recording of a meeting between a core member of the Rafi's family and the CIA?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.

"What did you say?"

Zhang Jian gulped down the last bit of water in his glass, speaking at a measured pace.

"Two weeks ago, in the underground casino in the South District."

"Hamid Rafii met with two white men."

"and then?"

Ahrid became slightly more serious.

"What did they say?"

Zhang Jian smiled.

"I haven't gotten the item back yet, and I haven't seen it."

"Zhang, this is not something to joke about."

Ahried knew more about the Rafi family than Zhang Jian did.

These families in Tehran are all involved in high-level interests.

Without concrete information, taking action against them rashly would cause a major upheaval.

Zhang Jian leaned back in his chair.

"I never joke about intelligence."

"My people have already gone to pick it up; it should be ready in half an hour at most."

"How about you arrange for someone to send my weapons over, General?"

"Shall we exchange money for goods?"

Ahrid paced back and forth in his office, his mind racing.

If what Zhang Jian said is true, then this recording must never be leaked!

To be honest, these hardliners had long disliked these guys who used their family influence to line their own pockets and even colluded with others.

However, these guys are deeply involved, and there is considerable pressure from above.

Without concrete evidence, it's difficult to take action, which is why it's been dragging on until now.

However, this guy's appetite is just too big.

With so many weapons leaked out, what if he also...?

Ahrid hesitated for a long time.

After a long pause, he finally made a decision.

He stopped in his tracks, his expression grave as he spoke into the phone.

"good!"