Chapter 119

Under the sunlight, looking closely, blood that seemed to flash like stars was slowly drawn out from his body and then flowed into a blood bag.

Hawk sat in the chair, squeezing a grip ball in his hand while looking at the Statue of Liberty standing on Liberty Island in the distance.

Anna watched the blood gathering in the blood bag with a gaze of worshiping a holy object, without blinking.

The blood in the blood bag shimmered with a color like diamonds under the sunlight.

Just at this moment.

The phone rang.

Anna took out her phone, glanced at the caller, apologized to Hawk, who was having his blood drawn, and then walked to the side.

Gwen, who was sitting to the side and looked very much like she was accompanying Hawk for the blood draw, looked at Anna, who had walked not far away to answer the phone, with her peripheral vision, then turned her eyes to look at Hawk beside her and lowered her voice.

"So, you traded four hundred milliliters of blood for a truckload of iron meteorites?"

"Hmm."

Hawk nodded slightly and looked at Gwen: "Do you think I earned or lost?"

Gwen opened her mouth.

From the perspective of US dollars, without a doubt, Hawk earned, and earned big.

After all, how much money can you make selling blood.

According to the quote from the New York Blood Products Company last week, four hundred milliliters of blood could be exchanged for one hundred and fifty US dollars.

But iron meteorites?

Gwen had just checked; also last week, a thirty-five-kilogram iron meteorite auctioned by a New York auction house was sold for two hundred and ten thousand US dollars.

And according to the conversion of thirty-five kilograms equaling two hundred and ten thousand US dollars.

The value of thirty tons of iron meteorites was estimated to exceed one hundred and seventy-nine million US dollars.

But...

Gwen frowned and looked at Hawk.

"Your blood is different, Hawk, your blood..."

"How about this."

Hawk looked at Gwen with a smile: "I won't sell blood anymore, give the iron meteorites back to Anna, and then I'll go find iron meteorites myself tomorrow; it's only thirty tons, right? Raiding the iron meteorites collected by Osborn and Stark should be enough, and I wouldn't need to sell blood; what do you think?"

Gwen heard Hawk's answer and couldn't help but open her mouth wide.

The next second.

She looked at the smile on the corner of Hawk's mouth, realized that Hawk was teasing her, rolled her eyes directly at Hawk, and then asked in a low voice: "But you know about your blood, aren't you afraid that Anna..."

When she said this, Gwen stopped speaking, because Anna, not far away, had finished her call.

Hawk knew what Gwen wanted to say, so he said with a smile: "Don't worry, I've already agreed with Anna, as long as she doesn't use my blood for cloning, and don't worry, it's just this once; besides, selling blood is still more in line with the definition of a good person than going to rob someone yourself."

Gwen heard Hawk's answer and didn't want to speak anymore.

Either sell blood.

Or be a robber.

Forget it.

Better to sell blood; at least it counts as self-reliance, which is better than robbery.

Gwen thought in her heart.

At the same time.

Anna, who had finished her call and was walking back, had a hint of joy on her face; she looked at Hawk and said: "Latest news, Tony Stark's private jet, which flew to Bangalore, Bharat yesterday, has taken off and is expected to arrive at the private airport 30 kilometers away from Culver Lake at two o'clock in the afternoon on the 22nd."

The 22nd.

Isn't that today.

A flash of brilliance crossed Hawk's eyes.

"Confirmed?"

"Already confirmed."

Anna handed a palm-sized tablet to Hawk.

Entering his sight.

Airport surveillance captured the scene of Bruce Banner boarding the private jet.

Hawk smiled, then seemed to think of something, and looked at Gwen: "That's fine, no need to ask for leave from Helen on Christmas Eve."

The 24th is Christmas Eve.

He had originally thought Hulk would drag it out until Christmas Eve to appear; if he appeared that day, Gwen would have to follow, and then he would have to ask Helen for leave.

Just when they came over this morning, Gwen was still thinking about reasons to ask Helen for leave on Christmas Eve.

This is good.

No need anymore.

Arriving this afternoon, if they move fast, they might be able to return to New York tonight.

Gwen didn't answer, but was somewhat curious: "Tony Stark's private jet, didn't I hear that Tony Stark went missing?"

Yes.

Tony Stark has gone missing again.

But the last time he went missing was in the Middle East, and this time he went missing in Los Angeles.

And this time, Tony Stark's Malibu seaside mansion was blown up by someone; all of this is related to Tony Stark declaring war on the Mandarin last week.

Of course.

Hawk knew that this Mandarin who created the Extremis virus was not the real Mandarin, but an actor.

The real Mandarin is probably still busy trying to resurrect his wife right now; where would he have time to pay attention to this matter.

Just like Hawk heard this news last week, smiled, and then ignored it.

Anna is the same.