Potassium nitrate
As the first rays of dawn begin to illuminate the desolate cityscape, casting long shadows and offering a semblance of hope, a decisive thought takes root in my mind.
By extending our help to this man, we stand to gain not just his invaluable trust but potentially pivotal information about the group terrorising our existence. The chance to possibly dismantle such a formidable threat is an opportunity we can't afford to overlook.
"I propose a deal," I begin, my voice steady, conveying the gravity of my offer. "We help you in your mission to rescue your friend. In return, we ask for a share of your explosives and the knowledge to produce them."
The man's wary gaze shifts between Joon-ho and me, a silent battle of trust playing out in his eyes.
After a moment of contemplation marked by the subtle light of dawn, he sighs, his posture slumping slightly in defeat. "I appreciate your offer," he says, a hint of resignation lacing his tone.