Tehran Grocery Store: My Intelligence is Priced Clearly

Ahrid paused in his tea-drinking motion.

Taha continued speaking.

"Mr. Zhang even managed to get his hands on such a secret recording of the Rafi family. He might even know the identity of 'Black Snake'."

"Ask him?"

Aiharid put down his teacup, and his lips twitched slightly.

"You think I don't want to ask?"

"You do the math, how much stuff did that guy take from us today?"

Aiharid stretched out his fingers and broke them off one by one.

"Four HK416s with full tactical accessories!"

"Two M4 carbines!"

"Let's not talk about the accompanying bullets."

"High-explosive grenades, stun grenades, C4 explosives!"

"And a Barrett M82A1!"

By the end, Ahrid's voice had risen considerably.

What is he going to do?

"What would a grocery store owner like him need a Barrett for?"

"Shall we go fight elephants?"

Taha coughed awkwardly.

"Perhaps Mr. Zhang also considered that his identity has already been taken into account by the CIA..."

"fart!"

Aiharid interrupted Taha directly.

"Don't make excuses for him, he's just a money-grubbing bastard!"

"One pilot and one recording were enough to determine the firepower configuration of my entire special operations assault platoon!"

"You know how tightly the General Staff has been controlling the budget lately, and the arms depot didn't just appear out of thin air."

"What if I ask him for more information about 'Black Snake,' and that kid takes advantage of the situation and asks me for other contraband weapons? Should I agree or not?"

"Next time he asks for anti-aircraft missiles or main battle tanks, will I have to give him a pass to pick them up from the armored division again?"

Taha suppressed a laugh and quickly looked down at his toes.

This was the first time he had ever seen his old commander so agitated by someone.

"Let Reza investigate first."

Aiharid sighed and sat back down in his chair.

"There are still a few days left, give Reza three days..."

"No, two days."

"If the intelligence department can't find out any specific information about this 'Black Serpent' within two days, it won't be too late to go find that vampire then."

at the same time.

In the southern part of Tehran, Suleiman and his men had already moved all their equipment to the basement.

Zhang Jian stood to the side.

In the very center of the basement, all eight military green tactical crates were already open.

Suleiman and his men were gathered around the crate, caressing the brand-new firearms with the same tenderness they would show to a lover.

Kamran placed the heavy Barrett M82A1 on the table, looked at it through the scope, and was overjoyed.

To be honest, this thing isn't very useful most of the time.

Most missions are probably not as easy as the SVD, let alone the Sayyad sniper rifle assigned to him.

However, as one of the most widely used large-caliber sniper rifles in the world, it also has its advantages.

It has excellent penetration and destructive power, and can effectively strike light armored vehicles.

Having a backup plan is better than having none.

Amir stood next to Zhang Jian, watching with delight as the basement gradually filled up.

"Boss."

"With these guys, we can practically run rampant in Tehran."

Zhang Jian leaned against the wall, tossing a bright yellow 12.7mm sniper bullet in his hand.

"It's not that bad, you'd walk sideways."

He caught the bullet and casually stuffed it into his pocket.

"But at least, when others want to mess with us, they'll have to think twice about whether they have the strength to do so."

"Alright."

Zhang Jian turned to look at Amir.

"Stop wasting your time here, go back and keep an eye on the surveillance footage."

"The CIA has suffered such a huge loss, it will definitely not swallow this insult."

"They might be plotting something nefarious somewhere, preparing to rebuild Tehran's intelligence network."

Amir blinked, looking somewhat reluctant.

However, he couldn't go against his boss's wishes, so he could only head towards the first floor, looking back every few steps.

Zhang Jian changed his posture, pondering what other goodies he could ask Aiharid for next time.

Before he could think any further, he suddenly heard a "ding" in his mind, and the system notification sounded.

[Attention, host! High-value intelligence has been updated.]

"It's been updated?"

Zhang Jian looked at the blue virtual screen in front of him and quickly clicked on the section about himself.

"System, purchase high-value intelligence about me. Money will be deducted directly."

【Ding! 】

[A change in the host's current environment has been detected, triggering a chain of intelligence.]

[This intelligence report incurs a $50,000 penalty; intelligence retrieval in progress...]

Search successful!

Zhang Jian was slightly taken aback, and his gaze quickly focused on the panel in front of him.

[This information pertains to a character with a special bond with Alvis]

[Target: Codename "Black Serpent"]

[Position: Senior Operations Director for the CIA Middle East, and de facto controller of the small foreign mercenary group "Sandstorm".]

[Latest Developments: Due to the near-total annihilation of the CIA in Tehran, it is expected that in five days, a team of twelve personnel will secretly infiltrate Tehran from the southern port to reorganize the Tehran branch.]

[Special Note: This person carries a "purge list" targeting various factions in Tehran. The host has been identified as a primary target for elimination due to repeated leaks of US military intelligence.]

Looking at the words on the virtual panel, Zhang Jian felt like a million grass mud horses were galloping through his mind.

The joy of just receiving the weapons was instantly wiped away by this sudden intelligence.

They thought that by handing the recording over to Ahmed, the military could fight it out with the Rafi'i family and the CIA.

But then...

First targets to be eliminated?

These Americans really hold grudges!

All they did was kill a CIA deputy director and take down a Tehran outpost along the way.

Why target him like this?

The Sandstorm Mercenary Group, twelve people, they really think highly of him.

Zhang Jian stroked his chin, his mind racing.

Five days later, at the South Wharf.

The time and place perfectly match the "special cargo" mentioned in Hamid Rafii's recording.

It turns out that the so-called special goods were neither contraband weapons nor drugs.

They were people, twelve fully armed people!

The Rafi family is about to stage a complete rebellion!

They dared to transport even CIA armed personnel to Tehran; they're incredibly bold.

Zhang Jian turned off the system panel and turned to walk towards the stairs to the basement.

"Suleiman, call Farhad to come up to me later."

In the basement, the men who were fiddling with the guns immediately put down what they were doing.

"it is good."

Seeing Zhang Jian's expression gradually turn serious, Suleiman didn't delay any longer. He gave a few instructions and turned to call for Fahad.

Five minutes later.

Fahad and Suleiman knocked on Zhang Jian's door.

"Boss."

Zhang Jian stood by the window, and when he saw the two of them come in, he pointed to the sofa opposite.

"sit."

The two sat down, and seeing Zhang Jian's serious expression, Fahad asked a question.

"Boss, what happened?"

Zhang Jian glanced at the two people in front of him.

"I just received news that someone is trying to cause me trouble."

"Who's so blind?" Farhad asked, frowning.

"CIA".

Farhad's expression changed instantly.

"CIA?"

"Weren't most of their people in Tehran already arrested?"

"So they're sending people to rebuild."

Zhang Jian looked at Fahad.

"and……"

"The person leading the team is codenamed 'Black Snake'."