Tehran Grocery Store: My Intelligence is Priced Clearly

"but……"

He paused slightly.

"It's impossible to give you all the weapons."

"Cut it in half, I'll send someone over later!"

"But Zhang, what if that recording is fake, or what you said isn't true..."

"Don't worry, if you don't have any, I'll send you some information."

Zhang Jian responded with a smile.

hang up the phone.

He put his phone back in his pocket and stretched.

Shahra sat beside her and listened to the entire conversation.

She stopped what she was doing and looked at Zhang Jian.

"Did you really obtain evidence of the Rafi family's treason?"

"I received it very quickly."

Zhang Jian pointed outside the door.

More than an hour later.

A sudden screech of brakes came from outside the grocery store.

Suleiman pushed open the door and strode in, holding a black Kingston USB flash drive in his hand.

"Boss, I got it."

"Everything went smoothly at the train station; no one has touched the lockers." Suleiman handed over the USB drive.

Zhang Jian took the USB drive and waved to Amir: "Amir, bring a computer over here."

Amir quickly went back upstairs and brought down a laptop that wasn't connected to the internet from his room.

He turned on the machine and pushed it in front of Zhang Jian.

Zhang Jian plugged the USB flash drive into the USB port.

A folder pops up on the screen.

There is only one audio file inside.

Zhang Jian pressed play.

After a slight static sound, the recording began to play.

At first, there was the noisy background noise of the casino, followed by the sound of doors opening and closing, and then the environment instantly became quiet.

Then, a slightly hoarse male voice rang out.

"Gentlemen, the military has been cracking down hard lately. Doing this kind of thing is very risky for us."

This is Hamid Rafi's voice.

Then, a voice speaking fluent American English came out.

"Mr. Hamid, the price we're offering is absolutely worth the risks you're taking."

"If you can hand over that 'B-73 air defense position' deployment map, ten million US dollars will be immediately deposited into your account in Switzerland."

Upon hearing these words, Shahra's expression changed drastically.

B-73 air defense positions!

That is one of the most important underground missile defense sites on the outskirts of Tehran, and it is top secret!

The Rafi family actually dared to sell this kind of thing to the CIA!

The recording is still playing.

Hamid seemed to be hesitating.

"The deployment map is in the military's hands; we need time..."

"Time is running out."

Another white man spoke up coldly.

"I must get it by the beginning of next month at the latest."

"In addition to the deployment map, we need your help with a small matter."

"What kind of busy work?" Hamid asked.

The white man lowered his voice slightly, but it was still recorded clearly.

"Two days from now, a shipment of 'special goods' will be transported in through a port controlled by your family."

"No need to check, just let them through."

"The person who was supposed to meet us was codenamed 'Black Snake'."

The recording abruptly ended there.

Suleiman and Kamran exchanged a glance, both seeing shock on each other's faces.

This is no longer an ordinary gang fight; it involves treason!

"Amir, make a copy of this audio file, and keep the original on the USB drive."

Zhang Jian spoke directly to Amir beside him.

He had no interest in getting involved in this matter.

The Rafi family is not to be trifled with.

Ahrid also said that these families have very deep ties behind them.

Even the military has to be extremely careful; with his small arms and legs, the slightest mistake could ruin everything.

"Okay."

Amir's fingers flew across the keyboard, and he quickly completed the operation.

Zhang Jian unplugged the USB drive and closed the computer when he heard a deep engine roar coming from outside the door.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of brakes rang out in front of the grocery store.

Shahra immediately stood up, her hand instinctively resting on the hilt of the gun at her waist.

Suleiman and his men immediately went into tactical alert.

Zhang Jian turned his head to look outside and waved his hand.

"Don't be nervous, the delivery person is here."

He pushed open the door and went out.

Two unmarked military green vans were parked at the entrance.

The car door opened.

A man dressed in casual clothes with a neat posture and a buzz cut jumped down.

Zhang Jian recognized the man; he was Taha, the adjutant beside Aiharid.

Taha walked quickly to Zhang Jian, glanced around, and lowered his voice.

"Mr. Zhang, the things the general ordered have been delivered. As you promised the general, I wonder..."

Zhang Jian casually handed over the black Kingston USB drive he was holding.

"The recording is inside, the original, untouched."

Taha took the USB drive, carefully put it away close to his body, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

"The general said he owes you another favor."

"but……"

Taha paused, then lowered his voice again.

"This matter involves a lot of people, so you should keep it a secret for now."

"Don't worry, our lives are more important. We can't afford to mess with those people right now."

Zhang Jian smiled and pointed to the truck behind him.

"Tell the general that we should forget about this favor."

"If the general can approve more of these things in the future, that would be better than anything else."

Taha gave a wry smile.

"Multiple batches?"

"Mr. Zhang, you don't know, the general's hand was shaking a little when he signed this approval slip."

"The things you requested are almost equivalent to the firepower of an entire special forces assault platoon."

He turned around and waved to the soldiers behind him.

"Unload the cargo!"

Several accompanying soldiers quickly opened the carriage and unloaded heavy, dark green military tactical boxes.

Suleiman, along with Kamran and Hassan, stepped forward and took the boxes.

There were eight large boxes, which filled the open space on the first floor of the grocery store.

Taha didn't linger. After confirming that the handover was correct, he hurriedly got into the car and left with his men.

They had to rush back to report.

The contents of that USB drive are a hot potato.

After seeing the military personnel off, Zhang Jian turned around, closed the shop door, and casually pulled down the roller shutter.

"Open it up and take a look, check our stuff."

Zhang Jian raised his chin.

Suleiman rubbed his hands together, a glint of fanaticism flashing in his eyes.

He walked to the front of a long, rectangular tactical crate and gripped the metal latches with both hands.

Click.

The lid of the box was opened.

A strong smell of gun oil wafted over.

The breathing of the people around them instantly became heavier.

Four brand-new HK416 assault rifles lay quietly inside the black shock-absorbing foam.

"Good heavens..."

Kamran couldn't help but swallow hard and reached out to touch one of them.

The gun has a heavy, metallic feel and perfect weight distribution.

"Holographic sight, tactical grip, silencer..."

Suleiman skillfully picked up a gun and pulled the bolt.

The crisp sound of metal clanging echoed in the room.

"This is great stuff, much better than the secondhand junk we use in the South District."

Hassan couldn't wait to open the second box.

Holy crap!

Hassan, who was usually calm and collected, swore.

Inside the box were two M4 carbines with ACOG scopes, and next to them were dozens of fully loaded spare magazines.

The third box contained stun grenades, fragmentation grenades, and even several pieces of C4 explosives and detonators packed in anti-static bags.

The fourth box contained a complete set of individual soldier tactical communication terminals and military-grade night vision devices.

The fifth box...

When Suleiman opened the last, and heaviest, long box, the whole grocery store fell silent.

A heavy sniper rifle, entirely black and with a rugged design, lies quietly inside.

Barrett M82A1.

Anti-materiel sniper rifle.

"Boss..."

Suleiman turned his head and looked at Zhang Jian, his voice trembling slightly.

"You can even get your hands on this thing?"

Amir peeked out from behind the computer screen, staring longingly at the Barrett rifle.

"Boss, is there any for me?"

Zhang Jian rolled his eyes at him.

"With your small frame, the recoil from firing a single shot would send you flying. Go back to playing on your computer."

Amir pursed his lips, which made everyone burst into laughter.

Zhang Jian stepped forward and patted Suleiman on the shoulder.

"Tehran is in deep trouble right now, and I suffer from a severe fear of insufficient firepower."

"With these things, at least I can finally get a good night's sleep."