Chapter 910 - 409: Dramatic Conflict_2

Chapter 910: Chapter 409: Dramatic Conflict_2

The facts are indeed true.

According to Hasha’s explanation, they encountered Shalam’s armed forces while tracking the spy, Ah Ming.

A fierce conflict erupted between them.

Due to the intelligence unit’s lack of expertise in outdoor combat, they quickly suffered heavy casualties.

To transmit information externally.

Others proposed self-sacrifice to create escape conditions for Hasha and the other two.

As a result, the trio changed into the clothes of the extremist corpses.

Disguising themselves as people from Shalam, they stealthily escaped, seized a car, and fled towards Tehran, only to "unfortunately" run into Gu Ji.

"Your name is Gu..."

"Gu Ji."

"Mr. Gu Ji, your excellent observation saved our lives. This matter, our Security Department will never forget!"

For the first time, Hasha lowered his proud head and solemnly thanked Gu Ji.

Because, if not for Gu Ji’s order not to fire.

Seeing both sides wearing robes and indistinguishable, there was a high probability they would eventually open fire on each other.

Hasha, being the weaker side, would certainly perish.

"I don’t understand, since you already escaped Shalam’s encirclement, why didn’t you directly request support from the command center?"

Gu Ji initially thought the two departing Cobra helicopters were going to support Savama, but unexpectedly, they just returned.

"There were two among the extremists..."

A secret policeman nearly blurted out but suddenly thought of something, fearfully glanced at Hasha, and immediately shut his mouth.

Unexpectedly, Hasha continued to speak:

"There’s nothing that can’t be said about it, two people from Europe and the United States threw an EMP electromagnetic pulse grenade, destroying all our communication devices."

"An EMP grenade?"

Zhuang Feng was particularly curious about this matter.

Gu Ji’s eyes sharpened.

Hearing that Europeans and Americans were mixed in with Shalam, his first reaction was PM Company mercenaries.

It’s only military companies like PM that enjoy playing with all sorts of black technology weapons.

"We also escaped death from Shalam’s encirclement; unfortunately, your department’s Miliburn sacrificed in the battle."

Gu Ji briefly recounted what happened last night.

Perhaps because intelligence personnel are somewhat cold-blooded, or they just don’t like to show their emotions on the surface for fear of revealing flaws.

Hasha showed no reaction upon hearing of Miliburn’s death.

Yet, hearing they captured an extremist’s leader alive, his eyes gleamed.

"I need to borrow your phone to report the situation to the higher-ups."

"No problem, let’s talk on the way, Shalam’s people are still around, we should withdraw back to the capital early!"

Gu Ji handed his phone to Hasha.

Then, he called everyone to get in the car.

As the vehicles passed each other, the two secret policemen saw the bearded leader locked in the trunk, their eyes filled with undisguised killing intent and hatred.

When reaching the outskirts of Tehran.

A large cloud of dust suddenly rose in the distance, a number of off-road and armored vehicles, bearing soldiers in deep green uniforms and armed with AK-103s, were driving towards them.

"Looks like it’s Iran’s Revolutionary Guard!"

This time, Gao Bo finally guessed correctly.

All these troops were called in by Hasha to support them.

The group was escorted by the fully armed rapid response unit and finally entered Tehran city.

Returning to the security base.

Greeting them was a room full of secret police.

In the middle of the living room sofa, an Iranian elder in a black suit, gray hair, imposing without anger, suddenly stood up and slapped Hasha in the face with a "slap".

"What is the situation here?"

"Shh, don’t make a sound, just watch quietly."

Gao Bo whispered to Zhou Yang at the mouth.

But Gu Ji and Zhuang Feng’s pupils slightly moved.

Only because this person is Ghabari!

Father of Iran’s modern military weapons.

But this is just his surface identity; in reality, he also serves as the special operations commander of the Iranian Revolutionary Guard, Savama intelligence unit, and the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

To say without exaggeration.

He almost holds Iran’s military, intelligence, and diplomatic power.

One reason Ghabari was so angry.

Was mainly for finding out he was fooled by Mossad’s "Ah Ming";

The other reason was naturally Hasha led Savama’s elite, almost entirely defeated.

Hasha kept his head down the entire time, not daring to meet Ghabari’s gaze.

Only reporting the events honestly.

Upon learning that Gu Ji intends to hand over the Shalam leader to them for interrogation, Ghabari first glanced, then came straight over.

"You’re Gu Ji?"

"That’s right."

Gu Ji answered calmly, while personnel from the Foreign Affairs Office quickly explained Ghabari’s identity, afraid he might say something wrong.

But no one knew he had already dealt with Ghabari countless times.

Gu Ji’s calm and composed demeanor also drew Ghabari’s extra attention.

Wearing a desert-printed OCP combat uniform, sporting a short and sharp haircut, with a solid and upright build, narrow blade-like eyes, thin eyebrows and lips, rugged and carved facial contours, with a couple of grains of sand sticking to it.

Anyone could see he was someone who’d climbed out from the heat of battle.

Especially upon knowing from Hasha that this guy led his men and fought in the mountainous wilderness with Shalam all night.

As a soldier himself, he immediately gained a bit of admiration for Gu Ji.

But personal preferences couldn’t sway Ghabari’s decisions.

"We can take responsibility for the interrogation, but you cannot listen in; I will have someone extract the content from the interrogation and give it to you!"

Doing the same again.

Gao Bo wanted to retort, but Zhuang Feng held him down.

Because he knew well the consequences of offending Ghabari would be, they wouldn’t compare to those for minor characters like Hasha.

"No way."

But what surprised Zhuang Feng was, while he stopped Gao Bo, he couldn’t stop Gu Ji.

As soon as those words were spoken.

Everyone instantly felt an invisible and harsh coldness, as Ghabari’s gaze brushed past them.

Gong Qingyong sensed something amiss and secretly gave the Foreign Affairs Office personnel a glance.

But Gu Ji remained normal in demeanor, undisturbed.

"Major General, the person is caught by us, and we must participate in the interrogation; you can supervise from aside, and we will only ask questions related to the hostage rescue operation!"

Ghabari didn’t speak, just kept a gloomy face.

Hasha kept signaling to Gu Ji, this guy seemed to be quite decent.

Just when all Savama’s special agents thought the anger was upon them.

An assistant hurriedly ran over and whispered a few words into Ghabari’s ear; unexpectedly, he agreed.

"You can participate in the interrogation, but only one person among you is authorized!"

"Alright."

Gu Ji answered decisively.

After everyone left, people judged from the expressions of the Foreign Affairs Office staff, it was likely due to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs’ influence from behind.

"Mr. Gu, this Ghabari is highly ranked in Iran, not easy to provoke, next time you meet him, be careful!"

Zhuang Feng kindly warned him.

Unexpectedly, Gu Ji was indifferent, instead, patting his shoulder, "Zhuang Feng, this interrogation mission is yours."

"Alright, I assure you the task will be completed."

In this group, only Zhuang Feng knew Persian, so everyone had no objections.

Taking advantage of the interrogation time.

Gu Ji and Gao Bo hurried to the kitchen to eat, wishing they could devour everything including pots and pans.

After eating, they temporarily napped on the sofa.

When they opened their eyes again, they were awakened by a scream.

Gu Ji got up from the sofa, just in time to see Zhuang Feng emerging from the interrogation room; the scream just now was from the Shalam leader.

Savama’s means were indeed powerful.

Judging from Zhuang Feng’s excited expression, the interrogation was very successful.

"Mr. Gu, we’ve found out, they kidnapped Mr. Kang partly to explode oil wells and partly at the behest of a private armed group; after we launched the operation last night, they took Mr. Kang away urgently, preparing to hand him over to the private armed group at a small town in northern Tehran’s outskirts!"

"No time to delay, let’s take action immediately!"