Tehran Grocery Store: My Intelligence is Priced Clearly

Three days later.

It's 1:30 a.m.

The Rafi's family's smuggling dock in southern Tehran.

The night wind carried a strong smell of the sea, rustling the weeds on the shore.

There was no moon tonight, and the entire dock was pitch black, with only a few dim searchlights sweeping back and forth between the containers.

On a rooftop 700 meters from the dock, a figure lay motionless.

Suleiman held up his night-vision binoculars and carefully observed the activity on the dock.

"Cheer up, everyone."

He lowered his voice and spoke into the headset.

"The military has sealed off the entire perimeter. Be careful when you retreat."

Five hundred meters diagonally away from him, Kamran was chewing gum, his sniper rifle already set up, the muzzle steadily locked onto the core area of ​​the dock.

"Don't worry, Captain."

Kamran blew a bubble.

"They won't have time to care about us in a moment."

Several hundred meters away.

Ali remained silent, seemingly becoming one with his Sayyad sniper rifle.

His breathing was extremely even, and his finger rested lightly on the trigger, ready to fire at any moment.

To ensure everything went perfectly, Zhang Jian deployed his two most elite snipers.

"Remember the boss's orders."

Suleiman reiterated this point.

"Our target is not those Americans, nor the members of 'Sandstorm,' but the contact person for the Rafi family."

"The moment they meet, they open fire."

"Fight and retreat, never linger in battle."

Kamran grinned and brought his eyes close to the scope: "Understood."

at the same time.

Outside the dock, next to a container piled high with used tires.

Reza, accompanied by two of his trusted men in plain clothes, was squatting in waist-deep weeds feeding mosquitoes.

"Snapped!"

One of the henchmen couldn't resist and slapped his own neck, killing a blood-sucking mosquito.

"Major."

His subordinates lowered their voices and complained with bitter faces.

"We're from the intelligence department, why are we coming to this godforsaken place to suffer?"

"That's right."

Another subordinate echoed this sentiment.

"Our main task is to gather intelligence. This kind of arresting people is handled by the action team. What's the point of us coming here?"

Reza turned around and glared at the two of them fiercely.

"Shut your stinking mouths!"

He gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot.

He's practically gone crazy these past two days.

Five hundred thousand US dollars!

That's half a million US dollars!

He thought that taking this top-secret intelligence back would be a great achievement.

Even if I can't get a promotion right now, at least they'll reimburse me for this money.

The results of it?

The old man turned his back on me and demanded that I deduct the money from his own activity funds!

How much funding does he have in a year?

The intelligence department doesn't only have him as a contact.

For the sake of "Black Snake", he squeezed out all of his funds for the second half of the year.

This deal was a huge loss.

Reza grew increasingly agitated and cursed in a low voice.

"You guys don't know anything!"

"The Sandstorm Mercenary Group? They're all top-tier retired special forces soldiers from Europe and America!"

"Two special forces platoons might not be able to take them all down!"

His eyes were fixed on the direction of the dock.

"In a firefight of this level, if the situation gets out of control, there will definitely be survivors."

"We're squatting here just to snag a bargain!"

"If we can catch even one, the enormous credit will be ours!"

After hearing this, the two subordinates exchanged a glance, their eyes lighting up.

Give it a try and turn your bicycle into a motorcycle.

"Major, we'll listen to you!"

Time passed by, second by second.

It was exactly 2:00 AM.

The dock, which had previously only been filled with the sound of waves, was suddenly punctuated by a very faint hum of a motor.

Suleiman's spirits lifted, and he immediately adjusted the focus of his night vision binoculars.

On the sea, two black speedboats without any lights were cutting through the waves like ghosts, quickly approaching the edge of the dock.

"They're here."

He spoke softly into his headset.

As soon as the speedboat docked, twelve fully armed figures instantly leaped onto the pier.

The tactical maneuvers were extremely professional, without making any unnecessary noise.

After landing, they quickly dispersed, forming groups of three and covering each other by taking up cover in the surrounding area.

Walking in the very middle was a tall white man.

It was none other than Alvis, codenamed "Black Serpent".

At this moment, he was wearing night vision goggles, holding an HK416 with a silencer, and cautiously scanning his surroundings.

Just then, a beam of flashlight shone from behind a container deep inside the dock.

The beam of light flashed three times, two long and one short.

Alvis made a gesture, and the mercenaries behind him immediately shrank their formation.

Soon, five men dressed in local attire emerged from the shadows.

The leader was a burly man with a thick beard, who was the contact sent by the Rafi family.

The bearded man looked at the group of heavily armed mercenaries, swallowed hard, and forced himself to step forward.

"Is it the 'Black Snake'?"

The bearded man asked in broken English.

Ilvis didn't speak, he just nodded coldly.

Upon seeing this, the bearded man instantly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Come with me."

He had just said those words.

On the rooftops in the distance.

Suleiman's voice suddenly rang out in the earpiece.

"Fire!"

boom!

boom!

Two muffled gunshots ripped through the night sky almost simultaneously.

Kamran and Ali's Sayyad simultaneously unleashed tongues of fire.

Before the bearded man could even lower his raised hand, he was sent flying as if he had been smashed by a giant hammer.

Two 12.7mm sniper rifle bullets struck him from both sides, hitting him directly in the chest cavity.

The immense kinetic energy instantly tore his upper body into a shower of blood.

Minced meat and entrails rained down on the black snake opposite.

The sudden turn of events plunged the entire dock into a brief silence.

Alvis wiped the warmth from his face, his pupils suddenly contracting.

"Fuck! There's an ambush!"

His reaction was extremely fast; as he shouted, he quickly scattered toward the containers on one side.

He fired a few shots behind him with his HK416.

Da da da!

Unfortunately, the bullet hit the last remaining henchman.

Before he could figure out what was happening, he was hit by a burst of bullets and fell straight down in a pool of blood.

The other members of the Rafi family hiding behind the container were in an uproar.

"The contact is dead!"

"The American's killing someone! Run!"

Several figures ran away as if their lives depended on it, but Alvis was too preoccupied to care about them now.

He roared and lunged behind a metal barrel, his eyes fixed on the direction from which the bullets had come.

"Stay hidden!"

"Snipers at the 3 o'clock and 9 o'clock positions, take them out!"

On the rooftops in the distance.

Suleiman watched as the Rafi family's contact was hit, then quickly put away his binoculars and pressed his earpiece.

"Mission accomplished, retreat."