Tehran Grocery Store: My Intelligence is Priced Clearly

Reza's cheek twitched slightly.

Having said that, he couldn't say anything more and simply took out his phone and started operating it.

Five hundred thousand US dollars is no small sum; he didn't have that much money in his own account.

However, he controlled the intelligence department's emergency special-approval fund account, and in order to keep his position, he had to use this money.

A few minutes later.

A soft "ding" sounded.

Zhang Jian's phone on the table lit up, and a notification popped up on the screen that money had been deposited into an anonymous overseas account.

Five hundred thousand US dollars, not a penny less.

Zhang Jian's smile instantly became much more genuine.

"readily."

He casually pulled a piece of brown paper used for wrapping groceries from under the counter, picked up a pen and scribbled a few lines on it, then pushed it across the counter to Reza.

Reza eagerly took the parchment.

His eyes widened as he scanned the words above, and his breathing became rapid.

It is clearly written above:

Target: Alvis, codename "Black Serpent".

Real identity: Senior Operations Director for the CIA Middle East.

Accompanying armed forces: a small foreign mercenary group called "Sandstorm," consisting of twelve members, all of whom are retired special forces soldiers from Europe and the United States.

Infiltration time: 2:00 AM three days later.

Infiltration location: Rafi'i smuggling dock in the southern district.

The receiving party: the Rafi family.

Note: Black Serpent carries with him a "purge list" targeting various factions in Tehran.

Reza's hand holding the parchment trembled slightly.

This guy even knows exactly what time someone logs in and who they brought with them?

In comparison, it's a huge joke that his useless underlings have been spending the last two days searching for drug dealers and thugs selling counterfeit goods!

"This intelligence..."

Reza suddenly looked up at Zhang Jian.

"When I do business, I believe in being honest and fair to everyone, young and old."

Zhang Jian picked up his teacup and took a sip.

"I know the rules."

"Once you leave this room, this intelligence is the result of Major Reza's personal investigation, working day and night. It has absolutely nothing to do with me."

Reza took a deep breath, carefully folded the parchment, and stuffed it into his pocket.

He gave Zhang Jian a deep look, said nothing, turned around, pulled back the curtain, and strode out.

The car outside started up quickly and disappeared at the end of the street in a flash.

Shahra put Lalei down, looked at the dust swirling outside the door, and sighed heavily.

"What's wrong?"

Zhang Jian put down his teacup.

"When did our country's intelligence agencies become so slow-witted?"

Shahra's tone carried a hint of helplessness and undisguised disappointment.

A major in the Revolutionary Guard's intelligence department actually had to come to a foreigner who ran a grocery store to buy intelligence.

This is an absolute disgrace.

Zhang Jian smiled.

"Everyone has their own expertise, don't take it too hard."

Shahra withdrew her gaze, turned to look at Zhang Jian, and frowned slightly.

"but……"

"Won't selling him such detailed information affect our original plans?"

"With such precise intelligence, the military would definitely deploy controls in advance."

"If the encirclement is too tight, the Rafi's family and the CIA might not even have a chance to exchange fire and would be crushed to death."

Zhang Jian leaned back in the rocking chair and swayed slowly for a couple of seconds.

"Won't."

Why?

"What kind of person do you think General Al-Khalid was?"

"Tough, cautious, and don't act until you see results."

"That's right."

Zhang Jian turned around.

"The Rafi'i family wields considerable power in Tehran. Even if the general obtains intelligence, he will definitely wait until they meet before taking action to avoid giving others grounds for criticism."

"Is there a problem with that?"

"This is a big problem."

Zhang Jian held up one finger and shook it.

"Those twelve men from Sandstorm were all elites."

"Once they realize something is wrong, or if they are allowed to disperse in the complex terrain of the docks, it is simply impossible for the military to take them down with zero casualties."

"Moreover, what if the Rafi family has a backup plan and muddies the waters, allowing some of these people to escape in the chaos..."

"They'll have a real headache then."

"so……"

Zhang Jian looked at Lalei, who was toddling around on the ground with her short legs.

"When a general deploys his troops, he always keeps something in reserve."

"He is unlikely to launch a large-scale military operation to capture people directly; instead, he will focus on surveillance and encirclement from the outside."

"Once the two sides meet, we'll start making dumplings."

"This is a safer option for them."

"For us."

"As long as the military doesn't open fire directly, we have room to fish in troubled waters."

"And we must fire that first shot."

……

Half an hour later.

Revolutionary Guard General Staff, Aikhalid's office.

Reza handed the reprinted and bound report to Ahhad with both hands, standing ramrod straight.

Aiharid opened the folder, his eyes quickly scanning the report.

His initially nonchalant expression gradually softened as he continued reading.

The office was so quiet that the only sounds were the rustling of papers and the breathing of a few people.

"Did you find this out?"

Aiharid raised his eyelids and stared sharply at Reza.

"yes!"

Reza answered loudly, without changing his expression.

"We used all our deepest inside contacts and investigated overnight, finally uncovering the details and movements of this 'Black Snake'!"

Aiharid stared at Reza for a full five seconds.

Reza's back was damp with cold sweat, but he stubbornly refused to dodge.

"Well done."

Aiharid closed the folder and tossed it onto the table.

"The time and place are both clearly stated."

"Go back now, keep an eye on your men, and be ready to receive my orders at any time."

"Of course, keep it confidential."

Reza was overjoyed. He stood at attention, saluted, and turned to leave.

The door is closed.

Lieutenant Taha took out his phone from his pocket and glanced at the latest news that had come in.

"General."

"Forty minutes ago, Major Reza's car pulled up in front of Mr. Zhang's house, and he stayed inside for fifteen minutes."

Aiharid snorted and leaned back in his wide chair.

"I knew it."

"With the few big shots and small fry in the intelligence department, do you really think you can find out the landing time of a senior CIA official in just two days?"

"If they had that ability, we wouldn't be in such a passive position!"

A hint of doubt flashed in Taha's eyes.

"And you just praised him..."

"If I don't praise him, should I expose him to his face?"

Aiharid took a deep breath.

"It's good that he went to buy intelligence; it saves me the trouble of dealing with that Zhang kid myself."

Recalling Zhang Jian's arrogant attitude last time, Aiharid felt his temples throbbing.

That guy is a complete vampire!

Taha spoke hesitantly.

"But General, the money Major Reza spent on buying intelligence will probably have to be reimbursed through our General Staff's account in the end."

"I checked, and just now, an emergency special-approval fund account of the intelligence department had a 500,000 US dollar expense transferred."

"And the target account is the one that Mr. Zhang left for us."

"to reimburse?"

Aiharid raised his voice a few decibels.

"He's dreaming!"

"The intelligence department takes up so much funding every year, but how many pieces of intelligence are actually useful?"

"Let him deduct this money from the intelligence department's operating budget!"

"How he explains it is up to him to figure it out!"

"In short, don't even think about getting a single penny from me!"

"and……"

"Once this war is over, the intelligence department must be thoroughly reorganized."

"They take so much money from the country every year, yet they can't even do as well as a Chinese person. What's the point of keeping them around!"

Taha nodded.

"clear."

"However, what about the operation three days later..."

"Since the intelligence is so detailed, let's prepare according to it."

A sharp, murderous glint flashed in Aiharid's eyes.

"Deploy two special assault platoons, have them all change into civilian clothes, and have them lie in ambush around the dock in advance."

"Set up two lines of blockade around the perimeter, and have patrol boats ready at any time in case they retreat by sea again."

"Remember, not a single member of the Rafi family or any of those mercenaries is allowed to escape."