Tehran Grocery Store: My Intelligence is Priced Clearly

The situation on the dock quickly spiraled out of control.

Kamran and Ali's two shots became the final straw that broke the camel's back.

The Rafi family's contact was smashed on the spot, and the remaining henchmen had only one thought in their minds.

The Americans are trying to double-cross us!

Before he could even run a few steps...

"Bang!"

A red signal flare suddenly shot into the sky, illuminating the entire dock in a fiery red glow.

Immediately afterwards, blinding searchlights shone from all directions without warning, illuminating the entire dock as if it were daytime.

"Listen up, you people inside!"

"Drop your weapons! You are surrounded!"

The loudspeaker's blast echoed through the night sky, carrying an absolute sense of oppression.

Alvis's expression changed drastically.

military!

The Rafi family, those idiots, actually attracted the military!

"Split up and break through! Every person who can escape is a chance!"

Under these circumstances, he had no intention of fighting head-on.

He turned around and ran towards the container area on the side of the dock.

The mercenaries in the sandstorm immediately scattered in different directions.

But the military came prepared this time.

Seeing that these people were still going to resist, the commando team no longer held back.

A barrage of gunfire erupted from the perimeter in an instant.

Bullets rained down on the container, sparks flying everywhere.

"Shit!"

A sandstorm mercenary peeked out, trying to see if there was any way to escape.

As a result, he was hit in the face by a burst of bullets, and red and white liquid sprayed all over the ground.

Several "Sandstorm" mercenaries wanted to return to the ship.

But at this moment, three patrol boats had appeared on the sea.

Searchlights locked onto the pier, and the ship's machine guns spat out tongues of fire half a meter long, completely blocking their retreat.

The encirclement on land is getting smaller and smaller.

The special forces platoon soldiers took turns providing cover, throwing grenades and flashbangs in like they were free.

Explosions, screams, and gunshots mingled together.

Although the Sandstorm Mercenaries were elite, they were caught off guard and ambushed by a large force, leaving them with no chance of survival.

The battle lasted less than ten minutes.

The gunfire gradually subsided.

Lieutenant Taha, wearing a bulletproof vest and carrying a rifle, walked to the center of the firefight.

The air was thick with the pungent smell of blood and gunpowder.

All the people from the Rafi family who came to make contact are dead.

The rest of them all knelt on the ground, trembling with their hands covering their heads.

Soldiers from the special forces platoon are clearing the scene.

"Reporting, sir!"

A captain ran over and saluted.

"The militants have been completely suppressed!"

Taha nodded and walked to the group of corpses wearing tactical vests.

"Take a headcount."

The captain immediately led the team to count the number of people.

"Report! The militants killed nine people and captured three alive. They're all here."

Taha's brow furrowed sharply.

Nine dead, three alive.

There are twelve in total.

The intelligence clearly states that the Sandstorm Mercenary Group consists of twelve people, plus the target "Black Serpent," making a total of thirteen!

Taha strode over to the three prisoners who were pinned to the ground.

Three white men, their faces covered in blood, gritted their teeth and remained silent.

Taha grabbed one of the men by the hair and forced him to look up.

No.

Let's look at the next one.

Nor is it.

Taha's heart sank.

The Black Snake is not here!

"search!"

Taha suddenly stood up, his voice rising sharply.

"The target has escaped!"

"Immediately seal off all exits of the dock and search every inch of it!"

The captain was startled and quickly led his men to disperse.

Taha pulled out his encrypted phone, took a deep breath, and dialed Ahrid's number.

"General."

Taha pursed his lips, seemingly wanting to say something but then stopping himself.

"Did you catch them?"

Al-Khalid's voice was calm.

"The sandstorm has been dealt with."

"Nine died, three were arrested, and several members of the Rafi family were also apprehended."

Taha paused for a moment, then forced himself to continue the report.

"but……"

"The 'Black Snake' has disappeared."

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone.

Immediately afterwards, Ahrid's roar rang out on the phone.

"Two special forces platoons, plus two lines of defense!"

"You're telling me they ran away?!"

"What are you all good for! Nearly a hundred people couldn't catch a single 'Black Snake'?"

Taha broke out in a cold sweat.

"General, the firefight happened too suddenly."

"For some unknown reason, someone suddenly fired a shot at the contact person for the Rafi family, blowing him to pieces..."

"The 'Black Serpent' instantly became alert; I was scared too..."

"Alright!"

Aiharid suppressed his anger and interrupted Tahar.

"I don't have time to listen to your excuses."

"No matter what method you use! I want to see the 'Black Serpent' before dawn!"

"I want to see him alive or dead!"

"yes!"

at the same time.

About 700 or 800 meters outside the dock, next to a container piled with used tires.

Reza crouched down beside them, listening to the gunfire gradually subsiding in the distance, his heart pounding.

Are you done playing?

The military is about to close in!

He touched the pistol at his waist, drew it, and cocked it.

"Major, are we still going to squat here?"

One of his men asked in a low voice.

"nonsense!"

Reza glared at him.

"With such intense fighting inside, someone must have tried to escape."

"The pass we're guarding is the only way to the slums in the south, and the terrain is the most complicated."

Reza licked his chapped lips.

"If we can catch even one fish that slips through the net, our intelligence department will have accomplished a major feat this time!"

Five hundred thousand US dollars!

He wouldn't believe that he wouldn't be reimbursed for the money once the person was caught!

After hearing this, the two henchmen also drew their pistols, their eyes wide open, staring intently at the direction of the dock.

The night wind blew, and the weeds rustled.

Sudden.

A very light footstep came from the gap in the shipping container ahead.

Reza tensed up and immediately made a hand gesture.

The three of them quickly crouched down, even slowing their breathing.

The footsteps grew closer, somewhat disordered, and accompanied by heavy breathing.

A tall, dark figure emerged from the gap.

He was covered in mud and blood, holding an HK416 rifle fitted with a silencer, and looking around warily.

Ilvis!

With his extensive battlefield experience, he managed to squeeze through the gaps in the encirclement by taking advantage of the blind spots of the shipping containers and the cover of darkness the moment the military surrounded him.

Although he ran in a sorry state, he survived.

Once he gets through this area of ​​discarded tires and into the southern slums, the military will have no chance of catching him again.

Reza hid behind the tires and, by the dim light in the distance, made out the figure of the person approaching.

White, tall, and fully armed.

Reza almost shouted out in excitement.

There were indeed some who slipped through the net!

And judging by its size and equipment, it's definitely a big fish!

"Major, shall we go or not?"

His subordinates were so excited their voices were trembling.

Reza gritted his teeth and waved his hand.

"Go! Capture them alive!"