Chapter 857 - 384: The Reason for Ghabari

Chapter 857: Chapter 384: The Reason for Ghabari

Gu Ji didn’t have time to ponder in detail.

In the next second, Hasha coldly spoke, "The sir wants to see you now, come with me."

"Wait."

Kafu suddenly reached out and grabbed Gu Ji, looking at him with an unfriendly expression, "Officer sir, are you just going to let this kid off so easily? I bet anything that this carriage arson incident is definitely connected to him!"

"You just need to do your job, Kafu!"

Before Hasha could speak, the Persian strongman Miliburn intercepted Kafu, giving a stern warning.

Actually, Hasha had long realized that all of this was orchestrated by Gu Ji.

The arson, triggering the fire alarm, was meant to create chaos to alert them early and protect the VIP; pressing the emergency brake was meant to stop the train and avoid the blast impact range.

Therefore, he firmly believed that this kid definitely knew in advance that there would be a massive explosion at the upcoming station.

Under Kafu’s unwilling gaze, Gu Ji left the guard room and followed Hasha towards the front of the train.

They arrived at the door of carriage number 2.

Ghabari, with white hair, was sitting on a cushioned sofa in the carriage, making a phone call, with security guards armed with guns standing at the front and back doors as well as by his side.

Seeing Hasha and Gu Ji, he ended the call, set down the phone, and spoke in a low voice.

"Seeing me, you don’t seem surprised. It seems you already knew I was on this train."

"Shu!"

These words caused at least two guards to aim their guns at him.

Intuition told Gu Ji that this Ghabari was probably not as simple as he appeared, certainly not just a military research scientist.

With a glance from Ghabari, his men immediately lowered their guns.

Then he asked again, "I’m curious, since you knew in advance there would be an explosion at the station, you must have special intelligence channels, why cooperate with us?"

"Indeed, I have exclusive channels, investigating the scene was just to confirm the attacker’s methods."

"So you know who did it?"

Gu Ji’s words made Hasha’s eyelids twitch suddenly, as he raised his voice to start questioning.

But Gu Ji wouldn’t be intimidated by him.

"If you agree to cooperate, I can tell you." ℯℯ𝘭.

"Alright."

Ghabari readily agreed, meeting Gu Ji’s gaze, seemingly wanting to see through what he was thinking, eventually smiling with narrowed eyes, "However, I’m more interested in your identity."

This guy gives the feeling of a tiger ready to pounce.

In fact, Ghabari’s status in Iran is indeed very high.

Less than ten minutes after the incident, a cloud of dust was raised on the distant wilderness, revealing a convoy consisting of several black SUVs.

The carriage door opened.

Ghabari entered the bulletproof vehicle under the protection of the security guards, causing an uproar among the train passengers.

Gu Ji also followed them into the car under Hasha’s watch.

Looking at the people inside the vehicle, both the driver and accompanying personnel kept icy expressions, silent without a word, seeming unlike police or Revolutionary Guard, but more like Hasha and his people.

Just like that, the convoy quickly reached the perimeter of the explosion’s central point.

Arriving at the scene simultaneously were police from nearby the station, the Revolutionary Guard, firefighting, and emergency vehicles.

Gu Ji opened the car door, looking at the hellish scene before him: the station engulfed in raging flames, thick smoke billowing, air filled with a pungent odor, the platform in chaos, buildings blown to bits, with bodies and debris scattered everywhere.

Rescue crews and firefighters were intensely engaged in rescue and firefighting efforts.

And Hasha and his men began directing the police and Revolutionary Guard to impose an armed blockade around the explosion area.

This left Gu Ji quite surprised.

Commanding ordinary police is one thing, but the Revolutionary Guard is the leader’s direct unit, akin to an ancient imperial army, significantly higher in rank and importance, yet still obediently following orders.

Could it be Hasha and his men aren’t ordinary security guards?

Taking advantage of the firefighting and rescue time, Gu Ji kept secretly observing Hasha and his team’s demeanor and behavior.

Judging from others’ attitudes towards them.

There was an evident trace of fear in their eyes.

Until officials from the Tehran Rail Transport Department arrived at the scene, seeing Hasha leading his team forward, their expressions turned terrified — the kind of deep-seated fear!

What kind of department could make government officials feel fear?

Gu Ji could only imagine:

The Intelligence System!

A mysterious department immediately appeared in his mind: Savama, full name: Iran Intelligence and National Security Department!

This department largely comprises secret police and intelligence agents, with considerable funding and resources, specifically responsible for investigating domestic and foreign intelligence information.

Rumors say Savama is connected to numerous secret government official assassination cases and serial killings, often clashing with Israel’s Mossad, mutually scheming attacks.

Simply put, its role resembles that of an ancient secret security agency.

But how is Ghabari, a mere research scientist, tied to Savama?

After hours of rescue and firefighting, just before nightfall, the fire was finally controlled.

Gu Ji, wearing a black and fluorescent green fire-resistant suit, followed Hasha and his team into the explosion’s core zone.

Looking around, the blasted carriage, thick connecting steel plates monstrously twisted and deformed, charred corpses strewn all over — truly a river of blood.