Chapter 858 - 384: Ghabari’s Motive_2

Chapter 858: Chapter 384: Ghabari’s Motive_2

The Samed Police Station, the Tehran Rail Transport Department, the Revolutionary Guard, plus the Savama Secret Police—more than five hundred people in total—formed a massive task force that began an in?depth investigation of the explosion site. The sheer number of lighting devices alone was enough to illuminate the night sky for several kilometers around.

Ghabari could be said to be a man of his word.

Gu Ji followed Hasha and participated in the entire investigation operation, personally watching as police and forensic technicians cleared the wreckage piece by piece. At the same time, experts in railways and explosives were constantly using this information to simulate the real cause of the explosion at every moment.

"Sir, it’s been five hours. We’ve collected 3,500 kilograms of explosion debris and 337 items of explosive residue from the scene. We still haven’t found any timing or remote?control device, nor any remaining explosive compounds. There aren’t even traces of a fuse."

At four in the morning, Hasha returned to the temporary command center set up by Ghabari with one of his subordinates and reported the situation at the scene.

For a moment, quite a few of the Secret Police shifted their gaze onto Gu Ji.

After all, he had been the one insisting—one might even say deliberately steering the narrative—that this was an assassination bombing targeting Ghabari.

But the absence of fuse traces meant this was not a man?triggered detonation at all.

If this was an accidental incident—

Then Gu Ji’s statements and behavior warranted serious scrutiny!

Ghabari’s eyelids twitched.

In his brown irises, a rare flicker of anger appeared; even his deep voice carried an uncontrollable tremor. "Talk. What exactly is going on?"

Gu Ji was also somewhat surprised.

Because if the natural gas and liquefied gas inside the freight train had not been ignited manually, how had the attackers controlled external variables to ensure the train would explode precisely when it crossed paths with the train Ghabari was on?

But on the surface, he absolutely would not show any sign of being rattled.

After briefly running through accident cases in his mind, Gu Ji found a line of argument:

"The absence of explosives doesn’t necessarily mean it wasn’t man?made. There are plenty of ways to blow up a train loaded with flammable, explosive materials. You can have someone directly ignite it with an open flame, or you can arrange for someone to hijack the train crew and force the train off the tracks into a station. As long as the high?pressure gas tanks are crushed and generate sparks, they’ll explode instantly!"

He wasn’t just making this up.

He was basing it on what he’d observed earlier, when Hasha’s men called the Rail Transport Department and failed to reach the driver.

The explanation given by the rail authorities at the time was "poor communications."

That was certainly possible, but there was another possibility, which aligned with the latter half of Gu Ji’s analysis: the train crew had been hijacked or killed.

He took the initiative to walk over to the investigation table and patted the thick stack of documents placed on it.

"I’ve carefully read the police field report. There are a total of forty?one bodies. If I remember correctly, the train crew of CZ3193 freight train that day consisted of only seven people: the driver, assistant driver, and three maintenance workers at the front, with the remaining four guards at the rear. As for the rest of the bodies, I’d say almost all of them were unidentified people who jumped the train along the way, right?"

Gu Ji had spelled it out so clearly that no one present was foolish enough to miss the point.

Ghabari’s eyelids trembled slightly as he spoke, enunciating each word.

"Immediately have people investigate the identities of the forty?one bodies from the explosion site. Focus on those with unknown identity. Have the explosives expert team reconstruct the core carriage of the explosion and the two adjacent cars’ personnel positions before the blast, and turn the scene into diagrams. At the same time, expand the search perimeter and track down any riders who might have gotten off along the way. You must pursue them to the very end."

"Yes."

Hasha had barely finished agreeing—

When a middle?aged, thick?bearded police officer in uniform stepped forward, wiping sweat from his forehead. "General, sir, the workload for identifying them is enormous. The blast was too powerful—most of the forty?one bodies were burned to charcoal. Arms missing, legs missing, some with skulls split open—it’s very difficult to investigate."

"What do you have coroners for then? Can’t recognize their faces, so you don’t perform autopsies? Run DNA tests, check body characteristics, issue nationwide notices for identification. Those with identities—inform their families. Those unclaimed—put them under special monitoring. You don’t understand even that?"

Before Ghabari could speak, Hasha had already started dressing down the middle?aged officer.

If Gu Ji remembered correctly, this man was the chief of the Samed Police Station.

Consider it: a district?level police chief in the capital, publicly scolded by someone younger than himself, yet all he could do was force a smile. It spoke volumes about the status of the Savama Organization in Iran.

Still, Ghabari’s previous orders made Gu Ji look at him in a new light.

With the crisis?response command knowledge and large?scale accident investigation experience he currently possessed, Ghabari’s directives were highly professional, almost on par with those of a specialized emergency management commander.

Yet the man was supposed to be just a weapons research scientist.

After the crowd dispersed, a subordinate quietly approached Hasha with a stack of documents in hand.

Hasha opened it, then immediately handed it to Ghabari.

Only after a full five minutes did Ghabari put the file down. His face darkened as he stared straight at Gu Ji. "You went to Israel during your smuggling days?"

"What’s wrong with that? Am I not allowed to leave the country now?"

Gu Ji frowned.

He had long expected that Ghabari would investigate him. He didn’t know much about "Ah Ming’s" past, but surely the guy couldn’t have been an Israeli spy?

If he really was, that would be ridiculously embarrassing.

A dignified intelligence operative doing time in prison for five years over something as petty as smuggling?

If that got out, people would die laughing.

A world?renowned intelligence agency like Mossad unable even to handle a common criminal case—who would still risk their life for them?

"Are you joking with me? If you knew I was on this train, you expect me to believe you didn’t know what I was here to do?"

With a loud bang, Ghabari slammed the file onto the table.

Instantly, Hasha drew the pistol at his waist and aimed it at Gu Ji’s head.

This time was different from the last.

Now, Gu Ji could feel the man’s killing intent.

If his answer failed to satisfy, Ghabari would definitely order him shot on the spot.

What could be so important that he could even set aside the fact that he’d just been attacked?

With too little information, all Gu Ji could be sure of was that it had to involve Israel Mossad; otherwise, they wouldn’t be fixated on this point.

As everyone knew, for historical and other reasons—

The two sides had been mortal enemies, locked in overt and covert struggle for more than half a century.

Mossad had repeatedly and publicly stated that it was prepared, if necessary, to launch attacks on senior Iranian officials, and had even released the organizational chart of Iran’s intelligence agency, Savama, including its operational system.

"What I’m here to do..."

Gu Ji silently repeated Ghabari’s words in his mind.

On his third loop, all he’d known was that Ghabari was coming to Tehran for a secret meeting and, fearing an attack, chose not to travel by official motorcade but to blend in with regular passengers on a normal train.

But now it seemed he had, in fact, chosen this particular train for something extremely important.

Combined with Ghabari’s own status and the involvement of the Savama Secret Police from Iran’s intelligence apparatus—

Gu Ji was fairly certain this had to do with a critical piece of intelligence, specifically... military weapons intelligence!!

For someone as important as Ghabari to show up in person—

Could it be a nuclear technology deal?

Or...

A piece of mysterious black?technology hardware!

With his experience from Brazil’s "Golden Shield Operation," Gu Ji finally understood that intelligence agencies around the world had been tracking and fighting over such black?tech items, and there was no way Iran would stand aside.

"Click."

Hasha pre?pulled the trigger to the pressure point; one could faintly hear the crisp sound of the spring.

"Of course I know what you’re after. But if I really were Mossad, do you think you’d still be alive right now?"