Chapter 559: Tehran’s Traitors! (First Update!)

After warning Hassan, Suniya seemed to feel that it was not safe, so she patted the young man in front of her with her hand and warned again:

"Remember, this is a self-transformation of our Revolutionary Guards and Iran's self-transformation. If our transformation is successful, then we, the Revolutionary Guards, can save Iran from fire and water."

"If the transformation is unsuccessful, then we can only continue to be someone else's chessboard and be manipulated by others."

"So, you must remember it."

"Even if you can't catch him alive, you have to catch him alive."

"By the way, don't block the news specifically, but let some gossip out."

"Understand?"

Hearing the instructions again, Hassan did not speak, but nodded silently, keeping all the instructions in mind. At the same time, the fist in his right hand clenched slightly, and there was a killing intent in his eyes.

These damn guys.

Especially that guy named Barim, don't let yourself be caught. If you are caught, you will definitely skin him and cut his flesh!

In anger, Hassan walked out of the office building of the Revolutionary Guards. In silence, he led his team towards the center of Tehran.

Meanwhile, downtown Tehran.

In a small house that looked very ordinary, Barim hurriedly closed the suitcase in front of him, locked it, grabbed it, and walked to the window.

The people who came with him were guarding outside the door, and no one paid attention to the window. They only heard a snap, and the small suitcase flew out of Barim's hand and landed on the roof next to the window.

Immediately afterwards, the whole person flew out of the window and landed where the suitcase was.

After rolling around on the ground and releasing the force from the fall, Barim grabbed the box with his right hand and stood up slowly. Then he stood up straight, stretched out his long legs and walked along the house. The small alley between them ran very fast.

About 10 minutes later, bursts of gunfire came from the small house. The gunfire rang out very quickly, and then died out quickly.

Not long after, several more people jumped down from where he jumped, then rolled around on the ground, and then squatted on the spot and looked around.

The person leading the team is Hassan.

He slowly stood up from the ground, his deep eyes constantly looking around him. After a moment, he raised his right hand and waved gently at the north-south passage:

"The first team will go to the north, the second team will go to the south, and the third team will conduct a blanket search on the spot."

Following his order, more soldiers appeared in the alley. Then these soldiers were divided into three teams, arranged in a certain formation, and carefully began to search around the alley.

Carpet-style investigations and searches have made the unknown areas fewer and fewer.

The sun turned west, Hassan held a gun and led his team to surround a villa.

The owner of the villa wanted to say something more, but as soon as he spoke, the black muzzle of the gun was pressed against his forehead, followed by Hassan's voice without any emotion:

"You can speak, and I can shoot. Think about it later."

Anyone who can build a villa in Iran naturally has some connections and understands guns.

The pistol in front of him is a very ordinary Browning. The specific model cannot be seen clearly due to the mottled marks, but the safety of the gun has been turned to the open position.

Moreover, the person in front of me really might shoot.

After clarifying the situation, the owner of the villa directly raised his hands and begged for mercy: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I surrender, don't kill me, as long as you don't kill me, you can say anything."

He knelt down very spinelessly, and Hassan next to him did not take back the gun. He still pressed the muzzle of the gun against the owner of the villa. After a long time, he said calmly: "You should know who I am looking for, so Tell me where he is hiding."

It was an ambiguous question, but the owner of the villa knew it very well. He raised his hands in the air, knocked at the person in front of him, and then said:

"There is a door under the stairwell in the living room. There is a basement under that door. The person you are looking for is in the basement."

"The passage out of the basement was damaged before. I never had time to repair it. The person you are looking for is inside."

After getting the answer happily, Hassan smiled, turned his head, and ordered the soldiers around him:

"From now on, everyone will be on strict guard and no strangers will be allowed to come within 20 meters of me. You must remember this."

After finishing the instructions, he rubbed the Browning pistol in his hand, still maintaining a faint smile on his face, and walked quickly into the villa. Under the huge staircase in the middle of the living room, he found the corresponding entrance to the underground passage.

He was not in a hurry to go in. Xiang threw two grenades inside to make sure there were no suspicious mechanisms inside, and then he boldly walked into the entrance of the underground passage.

At the end of the underground passage, there is a metal door.

At this moment, the metal door is closed tightly, a door that isolates the two worlds.

In front of the metal gate, there is a surveillance camera. Facing this camera whose picture quality is not high-definition, Hassan stood very calmly under the camera and said calmly:

"Barim, open the door."

"You're not in a desperate situation yet. You just need to explain the relevant things clearly and the people. We can give you a happy ending."

"We will not touch your family."

"If you don't say it, then..."

The rest of the words were not spoken, but the attitude was very obvious.

In this way, the people inside the gate and the people outside the gate were temporarily confronted with each other across the gate.

After 10 minutes, there was still no response from the people inside the gate. Hassan pressed the microphone hanging around his neck and was about to speak when the gate opened.

Behind the door stood a middle-aged man who looked to be in his 50s, a little thin, but very straightforward.

In his hand.

He was also carrying a medium-sized suitcase. The moment the door opened, he looked up, looked at Hassan, and asked word by word:

"Do you really promise not to touch my family?"

In the face of questioning, Hassan calmly withdrew his left hand, rummaged in his pocket, took out a mirror, and threw it to the person opposite.

At the same time, cold words rang out: "I am just stating that before you make a decision, you can use this mirror to look at it and take a look."

The mirror is a glass mirror in a plastic frame. They threw it away casually. This thing itself is a cheap product. At this moment, it was thrown to the ground. Although it was broken, it still did not delay the mirror and started its work.

One hand picked up the broken mirror fragments and held it in the palm of his hand. Through this tiny thing, he looked at himself.

After a long time, Barim said calmly: "I hope you will keep your promise."

After speaking, he sat down on the ground dejectedly and opened the suitcase in his hand.

When he did these actions, Hassan also took a half step back and hid behind the explosion-proof shield.

These actions made Barim laugh. He shook the small suitcase and rolled out several high-quality tourmalines and dozens of US dollars.

Gems and US dollars rolled on the ground, and then Barim's voice sounded:

"Tehran Telecom..."

"Voice of Iran..."

"Construction and Resources Bureau..."

When Hassan heard the name, he was stunned for a moment, and then those stunned moments turned into coldness, murderous coldness.

After the name was finished, he looked at the person opposite again.

The two looked at each other, and Hassan kept seeing that the person opposite did not dare to look at him, so he turned his head and gave a new order:

"Team 123 is responsible for guarding Barim, and the others are responsible for arresting."

Tehran Telecom.

The team led by Hassan moved quickly. Starting from the interrogation point, it took only 20 minutes to arrive at the door of the telecommunications company.

Standing in front of the telecommunications company, he pursed his lips and raised his eyes to look at the building in front of him.

A 6-story building can also be regarded as a building.

Although Iran is an Islamic country, the telecommunications company is indeed a privatized company and is privately managed.

However, this private person is an official from the former Pahlavi dynasty.

Their arrival naturally attracted the attention of the security guards of the telecommunications company.

The security guard took a look and walked forward naturally. Looking at their guns and their murderous expressions, his pupils shrank, but he still asked boldly: "Excuse me!"

"Detained!" Hassan did not say much, but waved his hand naturally, asking his men to control the security guard.

Then, the team behind him passed him and swarmed into the telecommunications building.

Because there was already an order from Sonia and Barim's words just now, the group of people moved quickly and had a clear goal.

Catch people.

After rushing into the building, a group of people caught everyone they saw.

What Barim said must be true, but no one can guarantee that what he said is all true, so it is best to catch them together.

Then slowly interrogate.

Crying and cursing, one after another in the telecommunications building.

Ten minutes later, the first person was escorted out of the telecommunications building and sent to Hassan.

This was a middle-aged man with a big black beard, whose age could not be seen. When he looked at Hassan, there was only anger and disdain in his eyes.

Coming to Hassan, the man looked at the people present with disdainful eyes, and then asked coldly: "What do you want to do with the Revolutionary Guard? Do you want to die?"

"Without the president's order, the Ministry of Defense's transfer order, and the search warrant, you sealed my telecommunications building without authorization. What do you want to do?"

Seeing that Hassan didn't speak, the man seemed to get courage instantly, and even raised his voice several degrees, and screamed again:

"Speak, you are all mute, right?"

"If you know what's good for you, let me go quickly, otherwise, I will announce to the world what kind of stuff your Revolutionary Guard is in other communication companies and broadcasting companies."

"An organization used to support people, that is, the president took pity on you and gave you a few guns, so that you have a little capital to show off, but you really think you are an army?"

"Let me go, quickly!"

Seeing that these people did not respond to his verbal offensive, the man simply struggled violently, but after struggling twice, a black butt of the gun fell.

No, to be specific, it was a folding stock of an AK47, a folding stock made of just two steel bars, that hit him in the face.

The folding stock made of high-carbon steel can make this gun suffer a lot of damage on the battlefield, and it can naturally be used to hit the face.

After knocking the man down twice, Hassan finally turned his face back. There was no emotion in his eyes, only calmness, as calm as looking at a dead person.

He lowered his eyes, a trace of displeasure flashed across his face, and then he waved his hand helplessly and said loudly: "Throw this guy to be imprisoned with Barim."

The word "Barim" was like a huge syringe, draining all the strength from the man.

He stopped struggling and let the Revolutionary Guards drag him to the car next to him.

And Hassan's so-called imprisonment of him and Barim was not actually imprisonment together, because Barim had his own car.

A separate, modified, bulletproof truck.

And around the truck, the man took a rough look and found that there were more than 100 soldiers, openly and secretly, staring at the truck, which could be said to be surrounded by the truck like an iron barrel.

In the vent of the truck, the man also saw several faces.

One of them was Barim, a former foreign intelligence officer of the Ministry of Defense.

Next to him, there were several young men with smiles on their faces. When the man passed by the truck, these people smiled at him.

A very creepy smile.

When they saw Barim smiling at the man, the young men standing next to him also smiled, very happily and wantonly.

Every person caught from the telecommunications building had to walk past Barim.

The young men next to him had been observing Barim's micro-expressions. Of course, they were just observing and recording, without much action.

There were more than 200 people in the telecommunications building, and it didn't take much effort to catch them. With guns in hand, they only needed to raise the muzzle of the gun, and the people inside would have to obey.

However, the calls to the front line one after another took Hassan a long time to deal with.

After finally hanging up the phone, he looked up at the sky and waved his hand again:

"Voice of Iran TV, let's go!"

The Revolutionary Guards did not deliberately conceal the movement of the telecommunications building, so many work departments in Tehran received the news.

After hearing this news, most normal work departments thought that these people were full and had nothing to do, or they just wanted to show their presence.

After all, the activities of the Revolutionary Guards have been very active in the past two years, and there is a tendency to get out of the control of the Ministry of Defense.

Most people just wait and see about their commotion.

After all, if so many young people don't make trouble here, they may make trouble somewhere else.

Moreover, it could be the instruction of the Ministry of National Defense.

As for those who knew the situation, after receiving the news, they had already started to quietly pack up their things and prepare to run away.

Voice of Iran TV.

The editor-in-chief of current affairs news, Aim, was busy at his workstation, his fingers flying on the keyboard, editing one news after another.

At this moment, sweat suddenly broke out on his forehead, and his whole face wrinkled into a bitter gourd in an instant.

With a scream, he fell directly to the ground.