Chapter 676. A Tracker

“How can they implant a tracker here and think you’re not going to notice it? You’re sure there’s a tracker in here?”

“Maybe they thought I’ll be unconscious for a longer period,” Rex replied. “The spot would have healed better if I was unconscious for two more days. Maybe they also thought I could have discarded it for an injury.”

The doctor took off the plaster from the spot and examined it silently for almost two minutes.

“It has to be the latter if there’s any chip in here,” the doctor remarked. “There’s no sign of it. It looks like a normal injury. I’ll have to use the scanner.”

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After twenty minutes

The doctor finally took out the chip with the forceps and placed it in a small cube container. He covered it immediately and kept it aside.

“You should never leave the case open or take it out,” the doctor instructed. “Once you do that, they’ll know the chip is out of your body.”

“Good job, doc,” Rex remarked. “Now, stitch me up qu