Tehran Grocery Store: My Intelligence is Priced Clearly

Chapter 92 Aiharid's Arrangements

Tehran city center.

The adjutant drove very fast, speeding all the way into the Revolutionary Guard General Staff Headquarters.

As soon as the car stopped, the passenger door was pushed open.

Taha clutched the black USB drive and strode into the office building.

In the corridor, several staff officers glanced at the usually composed adjutant, Taha, who appeared so flustered.

Taha ignored them completely, rushing straight to the end of the corridor and pushing open the door to Ahrid's office.

"General!"

Ahrid was sitting behind his large desk, looking at the latest international situation.

Ever since their plane was shot down, they've really made a name for themselves, and their tone on the international stage has become much tougher.

The aircraft carrier, which was originally docked in the Persian Gulf, moved back even before the USS Ford arrived.

It is said that their food supplies were running low, and the reserves were not enough for the entire crew to use for five days.

But it's clear to anyone with eyes to see that their attack startled the Americans, leading to this outcome.

Seeing his adjutant rush in, Aiharid put down the documents in his hand, raised his eyelids, and glanced at Tahar, who was still catching his breath.

"Did you get the item?"

"Got it."

Taha quickly stepped forward and handed over the USB drive with both hands.

Zhang Jian said the original document had not been touched.

Aiharid took the USB drive and glanced at it.

"Go and lock the door."

Taha immediately turned around, locked the heavy soundproof door to the office, and pulled the blinds shut.

Aiharid plugged the USB drive into his computer on his desk.

The lone audio file quickly popped up on the screen.

Click on it and then click the play button.

The sound of conversation soon came from the speaker.

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

"If only you could hand over that deployment map of the 'B-73 air defense position'..."

"A shipment of 'special goods' will arrive in two days..."

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

Al-Khalid sat in the large leather chair, listening to the recording without moving.

The progress bar stopped at the end after the recording finished playing.

He took a deep breath and slammed his hand on the table.

"Those bastards!"

He stood up, leaning on a chair, and paced back and forth in the office, his chest heaving.

"The B-73 underground air defense positions are the core barrier protecting the airspace south of Tehran!"

"They actually dared to sell this kind of thing for money?"

"Ten million US dollars?"

"Does the Rafiq family lack ten million dollars? Those ungrateful parasites!"

Taha stood to the side, head down, not daring to say a word.

He knew his old boss all too well.

Ahrid was a hardliner in the military and hated families that betrayed national interests for personal gain.

It took Ahrid a full three minutes to slow down after pacing around the office.

He leaned on the edge of the desk, took a few deep breaths, and gradually calmed down.

"General, should we send men immediately to arrest Hamid and bring him back for interrogation?"

Taha tentatively asked, "With this recording, I'm not afraid he won't confess."

Aiharid waved his hand, his face grim.

"no."

"The Rafi family isn't one of those street gangs; that old man in their family isn't dead yet."

"A single recording won't do them any good. They can easily hire a lawyer to say it's a malicious frame-up."

"If we start arguing, we won't be able to convict them, and we'll only alert them, which would be a losing proposition."

Ahrid paused for a moment.

"If we want to take action against them, we have to catch them in the act."

"Catching them red-handed, along with the shipment and the CIA agent who made the contact, is the only way to deliver a devastating blow to them!"

"Taha".

"exist."

"You arrange it yourself."

Al-Khalid lowered his voice.

"Choose men from my guard battalion."

"Have them change into civilian clothes and keep a close watch on the cargo terminal controlled by the Rafi family in the South District, 24 hours a day."

"Remember, only bring your eyes and ears, not your hands."

"No matter what you see, even if it's contraband, you're not allowed to do anything rash. Report any suspicious activity to me immediately."

Taha stood at attention and saluted.

"clear!"

"Also, go and call Reza over."

Aiharid rubbed his temples.

"This matter involves infiltration by external forces, so the intelligence department can't stand idly by."

Ten minutes later.

There was a knock on the office door.

Reza pushed open the door and walked in, dressed in a crisp military uniform, his leather shoes making a crisp sound on the floor.

"General, you wanted to see me."

Reza stopped and gave a standard military salute.

Although he was still in good spirits, there was a hidden gloom in his eyes.

He hasn't been having a good time lately.

Originally, Zhang Jian's matter was considered a great achievement.

But the betrayal of his deputy Ali shattered all of this.

This made him feel very uncomfortable.

Aiharid leaned back in his chair and looked Reza up and down a few times.

"Reza, it seems you're still a little unhappy with the punishment I gave you last time?"

Reza's heart skipped a beat, and the smile on his face froze.

"General, what you're saying..."

"Don't play dumb."

Aiharid snorted coldly.

"Your deputy's matter won't be so easily resolved."

"The CIA has infiltrated right under your noses. What are your vetting supervisors doing?"

Reza remained silent, his face grim.

This incident will forever remain a stain on his reputation.

A veteran intelligence officer who has been in the field for many years found himself unaware that his most important deputy had been turned against him.

This is an absolute disgrace!

A moment of silence.

"The general's lesson is correct. We will remember this lesson and strictly rectify the situation in the future."

"The rectification campaign is not just empty slogans."

Aiharid tapped the table.

"And don't say I didn't give you a chance."

He pushed a piece of paper to the edge of the table.

Reza stepped forward, picked up the note, and glanced at it.

There are only two words above.

blacksnake.

"This is a code name."

Aiharid stared at Reza.