Tehran Grocery Store: My Intelligence is Priced Clearly

The two henchmen, who had been unable to contain themselves any longer, darted out of the bushes upon hearing the order.

"stop!"

"Put down your guns! Hands up!"

The two men, one on each side, brandishing pistols and yelling, charged toward Alvis.

In their eyes, this white man fleeing in such a sorry state was a walking medal of honor, a stepping stone to promotion and wealth.

But they completely misunderstood one thing.

Alvis is not someone you can easily bully.

His nerves were already stretched to the limit, and any slight movement would trigger his most lethal counterattack.

I saw two people suddenly appear from the side.

He didn't even hesitate for a moment.

He slightly raised his wrist.

"Pfft! Pfft!"

The muffler emitted two muffled, soft sounds.

The henchman at the very front had a burst of blood erupt from his forehead.

Before he could even scream, he fell straight to the ground.

The other subordinate hadn't even realized what was happening yet.

Jarvis slightly shifted the muzzle of his gun and pulled the trigger again.

"puff!"

Another shot.

The second henchman also had a bloody hole between his eyebrows.

His eyes widened, and he collapsed with a thud next to his companion's corpse.

The whole process took less than two seconds.

Clean, efficient, without a single unnecessary movement.

Reza had just stood up from behind the tire and was about to rush up after him.

Upon seeing this, the leg that had just stepped out instantly stopped in mid-air.

My whole body froze, and my mind went completely blank.

Two shots?

Just two shots?

The two elite agents I trained are gone just like that?

Reza was somewhat dazed, and the hand holding the pistol began to tremble slightly uncontrollably.

After killing the two men, Yalvis instantly locked onto Reza behind the tire.

He did not fire.

With a sudden burst of power from his legs, he bent over and charged forward.

Extremely fast.

Reza only then realized what was happening and frantically raised his pistol to fire.

But before he could pull the trigger...

Alvis had already rushed in front of him, raised his foot, and kicked Reza hard in the wrist.

"Snapped!"

Reza screamed in agony.

The pistol flew out of his hand and landed in the grass some distance away.

Immediately afterwards, Alvis grabbed Reza by the collar and slammed him hard against the old tire next to him.

The gun barrel was pressed directly against Reza's forehead.

Reza froze instantly, his pupils dilated, and intense fear welled up in his eyes.

Alvis looked down at him, his face smeared with blood, his expression ferocious.

The rough, deep English boomed in Reza's ears.

"Don't move!"

The cold muzzle of a gun was pressed against Reza's forehead, and his head was about to pop out.

This was the first time in all these years that he had been captured by the enemy.

He made a "clucking" sound in his throat and couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

Alvis pressed the muzzle of the gun hard against Reza's forehead and lowered his voice.

"Speak! Who sent you?"

"Was it you who killed that bearded man from the Rafi family?!"

Reza was about to cry.

A big beard?

What big beard?

He had no idea what was happening inside!

"I...I don't know..."

Reza answered haltingly in Persian.

Yarvis couldn't understand Persian, but he could see the fear in Reza's eyes.

"You can't understand English, huh?"

Alvis sneered and pulled back the bolt.

"Then you have no reason to live!"

Reza shuddered violently and nodded vigorously.

"You can understand it now?"

Alvis snorted coldly, his eyes quickly scanning the surroundings, and his deep voice sounded again.

"Take me away! If you dare try anything funny, I'll smash your head in!"

Reza dared not utter a single word of dissent and nodded repeatedly.

The sounds of the search from the perimeter grew closer, and military searchlights swept back and forth across the night sky.

Reza was indeed familiar with the terrain in this area.

To survive, he led Alvis into a hidden ditch behind the container, weaving through the two patrol teams.

Half an hour later.

The two completely escaped the blockade of the dock and slipped into an abandoned tenement building deep in the slums of the South District.

This is a temporary safe house that Reza had prepared beforehand; it is extremely well-hidden.

Ilvis kicked Reza into the house.

He locked the old wooden door, drew the curtains, and then turned on a dim chandelier in the room.

Reza fell to the dusty ground and before he could get up, Alvis grabbed him by the hair and dragged him to an iron chair in the middle of the room.

Several thick tactical cable ties bound his hands and feet tightly to the chair.

He quickly rummaged through his body and pulled out an ID from his inside pocket.

I flipped it open and took a look.

He grinned.

"Revolutionary Guard Intelligence Department, Major?"

"Looks like I'm in luck; I've caught a big fish."

Reza's legs went weak, his lips trembled, and he couldn't utter a single word.

He thought he was a lucky bird on the sidelines, but he ended up running into a bloodthirsty beast!

Yalvis casually tossed the HK416 onto the table and pulled up a chair to sit opposite Reza.

He pulled a dagger from his tactical vest and casually toyed with it in his hand.

"Major, I think..."

"Now we can have a proper talk."

Alvis's voice was calm, yet it carried a chilling murderous intent.

"How did your military know our landing time tonight?"

Reza swallowed hard, trying to remain calm.

"I don't understand what you're saying."

"We're just on a routine patrol..."

puff!

Without a word, Yarvis plunged the dagger in his hand into Reza's thigh.

The blade was completely embedded in the flesh.

"what!"

Reza let out a piercing scream.

His body struggled violently, causing the chair to bounce violently on the ground.

"Routine patrol?"

Alvis gripped the hilt and spun the knife halfway around.

Reza was in so much pain that tears and snot streamed down his face, and the muscles in his face were completely contorted.

"So many people were lying in ambush at the dock, the perimeter was blocked off, and even the escape route at sea was blocked by patrol boats."

"You call this a routine patrol?"

Alvis suddenly pulled out his dagger, spraying a cloud of blood.

"You not only know we'll be here tonight, you know the exact time."

"Either the Rafi family betrayed you, or you obtained other intelligence."

"explain!"

Alvis pressed the blood-stained dagger against Reza's cheek, the blade leaving a bloody gash.

"Who betrayed us?"

Reza was panting heavily, blood streaming down his thigh and quickly forming a small puddle on the ground.

He gritted his teeth and stared intently at Ilvis.

"I am a major in the Revolutionary Guard!"

"If you dare kill me, the military will definitely dig you up and tear you to pieces!"

"You can't escape Tehran alone!"

Alvis sheathed the dagger in his hand and chuckled softly.

"Major, you've got one thing wrong."

"Since I dared to come to Tehran, I have never been afraid of your military."

"But judging from your appearance, you don't seem to be doing too well!"

Alvis stood up and walked to the pool to wash the blood off his hands.

"You and your two men are hiding on the outskirts, clearly trying to steal the credit."

Alvis turned around and threw out a tempting bait.

Tell me the source of the information.

"I'll give you one million US dollars, in an anonymous account, which you can withdraw at any time."

"We'll arrange another safe passage for you to leave Iran."

"Whether you go to Europe or America, you can change your identity and live the rest of your life comfortably."

"It's better than you being here, an insignificant major..."

"Much stronger, right?"