“Track it? How can I track it?” Adam didn’t understand the question.
Calina couldn’t help but frown at this question, isn’t this guy a little dim-witted.
“Not tracking the literal gas. Just the sales, merchant, and transportation. Just tell me what gas it is”
“Chlorine trifluoride” Adam answered dispiritedly. His ego kept receiving blows since this girl walked in.
“That makes things easy” Calina breathed.
“Why?” Adam asked again. Calina paused for a moment to observe Adam.
“Because it’s contraband” she answered slowly before quickly pressing a button on the table.
“Medic,” she said into the microphone on her neck.
“What's wrong?” Adam asked, he was confused by Calina’s actions.
“Stay still and don’t move,” Calina said to him sternly. She noticed Adam’s action
