Marvel: Awakening the Universe

Anna.

After a while, the truck stopped beside Hawke. Anna, with her blonde hair tied up high and wearing a pair of intellectual glasses, jumped out of the truck and looked at Hawke with a smile: "Sorry to have kept you waiting, Hawke."

Hawke also smiled and said, "I'm very patient with my friends, Anna."

Anna's eyes then fell on Gwen, and a hint of surprise appeared on her cold expression. She looked at Hawke and said, "Who is..."

"Gwen, my girlfriend."

"Anna, my friend."

"Hello, Gwen."

Anna listened to Hawke's introduction, took off her gloves with a bright smile, and stretched out her right hand to Gwen.

Gwen smiled and shook Anna's hand: "Hello."

She had seen this woman before.

but……

Gwen recalled the time when she was waiting for Hawke in the car. She saw a woman who walked with a swift pace and had a cold face, like a thorny iceberg. She really couldn't connect the Anna in front of her, who was like a blooming iceberg, with the previous Anna.

However, she didn't say anything and just suppressed her curiosity.

After shaking hands with Gwen, Anna looked at Hawke.

"Hawk, do you think these are enough?"

"it is good."

Hawke nodded.

Anna then turned and led Hawke towards the back of the truck.

Gwen followed closely behind.

As the truck compartment opened, Hawke's eyes were instantly caught by the iron meteorites that almost filled the compartment.

Gwen looked at the carriage filled with iron meteorites and her mouth opened wide.

Anna patted the carriage, looked at Hawke, and said with a smile: "Sorry, time is a bit tight, and we only found 30 tons. If it's not enough, I will ask someone to look for more."

When Hawke heard this number, the corners of his mouth twitched secretly.

Are you pressed for time? Thirty tons? Can you find more if it's not enough?

Ok.

No need to doubt it now.

Hydra is confirmed.

In this world, apart from official forces, the only force that could collect thirty tons of iron meteorites in just three months is probably Hydra.

Hawke's thoughts turned, he looked at Anna, and said with a smile: "Enough, not only enough, but more than enough. I am very satisfied, thank you."

How many iron meteorites are needed to create a set of holy clothes?

Although what he wanted was not the iron meteorite, but the silver star sand formed by grinding the iron meteorite with the power of the microcosm.

but……

Even so, thirty tons of iron meteorites were enough for him to create the Phoenix Cloth, and even have some left over for the next creation.

Anna's smile grew even happier as she listened to Hawke's answer, and she patted the carriage again.

"Are you going to take it away directly, or..."

"..."

Before she could finish her words, she saw Hawke had already taken action.

Followed by.

Anna watched the scene happening in front of her, her pupils shrinking rapidly.

into the eye.

Hawke walked straight to the front of the carriage, took a deep breath, and with his right hand outstretched, the thirty tons of iron meteorites in the carriage seemed to be pulled by something, and disappeared one by one without a trace.

And from a perspective that Anna cannot see.

Hawke's microcosm was projected out, slowly rotating like a black hole, pulling these iron meteorites into his own microcosm.

The Phoenix Star Map shines as brightly as fire in the microcosm.

These iron meteorites will be worn away by Hawk's microcosmic power in the microcosm, turning into silver sand, and then transferred into the Phoenix Star Map. Later, under the effect of the Phoenix Fire, they will turn into silver star sand, one of the three major materials for making holy clothes!

But just like the last time we collected Gamanion, it would take time.

In fact, the same is true for the holy clothes. The older the holy clothes are, the more powerful they are. After all, the holy clothes are the containers of the power of the constellations.

In the blink of an eye, the 30 tons of iron meteorites in the carriage disappeared.

Anna's pupils were shocked so many times that she didn't know how many times.

Gwen, who was standing by, was also shocked by this slightly weird scene.

After Hawke finished all this, a hint of fatigue appeared between his brows.

After all, there are no Saint Seiya in this world. If the Marvel Universe is regarded as a game, then his microcosmic power system is not written into the game code.

Although he can burn his own microcosm to achieve the purpose of making the microcosm illusory projection.

But compared to the world of Saint Seiya, it's half the result with twice the effort.

but……

Hawke has already thought of a solution.

It was as if he had already figured out how to solve the problem of the Holy Armor's lack of power.

But there is no rush now. He can only consider these two things after he has made the holy clothes.

Hawke exhaled lightly, and the fatigue between his brows disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye. Then he looked at Anna, whose pupils were a little shocked, and extended his right arm: "Come on."

Anna recovered from her shock for a moment, and looked at Hawke who extended his right arm, seemingly unable to react.

Hawke smiled and said, "But forget about 200 milliliters."

Anna reacted.

Her expression...

Before her expression could change, she heard Hawke say something with a smile again.

"I'll give you 400 milliliters."

"..."

Chapter 68 Need to thank Iron Man’s Hawk

In the sunlight, if you look closely, it looks like blood shining like stars is slowly being drawn out of the body and then flowing into the blood bag.

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

Anna stared at the blood gathered in the blood bag without blinking, with an expression of worshiping a holy object.

The blood in the blood bag shone like diamonds sparkling in the sunlight.

at this time.

The phone rings.

Anna took out her phone, glanced at the incoming call, apologized to Hawke who was drawing blood, and then walked aside.

Sitting aside, she looked very much like Gwen who accompanied Hawke to draw blood. She glanced at Anna who walked to a nearby place to answer the phone, then glanced at Hawke next to her and lowered her voice.

"So, you exchanged 400 milliliters of blood for a cart of iron meteorites?"

"Ah."

Hawke nodded slightly and looked at Gwen: "Do you think I made a profit or a loss?"

Gwen opened her mouth.

From the perspective of US dollars, there is no doubt that Hawke made a profit, and a huge profit.

After all, how much can you make from selling blood?

According to the quotation offered by New York Blood Products Company last week, 400 milliliters of blood can be exchanged for US$150.

But what about iron meteorites?

Gwen just checked and found out that last week, a 35-kilogram iron meteorite was sold at an auction house in New York for US$210,000.

If converted according to the price of 35 kilograms equals 210,000 US dollars.

The value of the 30-ton iron meteorite is estimated to be over 179 million US dollars.

but……

Gwen frowned and looked at Hawke.

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

"Otherwise."

Hawke looked at Gwen with a smile and said, "I won't sell my blood anymore. Return the meteorite to Anna, and then I'll go find another meteorite myself tomorrow. It's only thirty tons, right? It should be enough to plunder the meteorites collected by Osborn and Stark. I don't even need to sell my blood. What do you think?"

Gwen couldn't help but open her mouth as she listened to Hawke's answer.

next second.

She looked at the smile on Hawke's lips, realized that he was teasing her, rolled her eyes at him, and asked in a low voice: "But you know your blood, aren't you afraid of Anna..."

When she said this, Gwen kept silent because Anna, who was not far away, had finished her call.

Hawke knew what Gwen wanted to say, so he smiled and said, "Don't worry, I've already made a deal with Anna. Just don't use my blood to clone. And don't worry, it's just this once. Besides, selling blood is more in line with the definition of a good person than stealing it yourself."

Gwen listened to Hawke's answer and didn't want to talk anymore.

Or sell blood.

Or be a robber.

Forget it.

It’s better to sell blood. At least you can support yourself, which is better than robbery.

Gwen thought to herself.

at the same time.

Anna walked back here after finishing the call, a hint of joy on her face. She looked at Hawke and said, "The latest news is that Tony Stark's private plane, which flew to Bangalore, Bharat yesterday, has taken off and is expected to arrive at the private airport located 30 kilometers away from Lake Culver at 2 pm on the 22nd."

Number twenty-two.

Isn't this today?

A gleam flashed in Hawke's eyes.

"Confirmed?"

"Confirmed."

Anna handed Hawke a palm-sized tablet.

into the eye.

The airport surveillance captured the scene of Bruce Banner boarding a private plane.

Hawke smiled, then seemed to have thought of something and looked at Gwen: "It's okay, I don't need to ask Helen for leave on Christmas Eve."

The 24th is Christmas Eve.

He originally thought that Hulk would not show up until Christmas Eve. If he showed up on that day and Gwen had to go with him, he would have to ask Helen for leave.

When she came here just this morning, Gwen was still thinking about the reason to ask Helen for leave on Christmas Eve.

This is just great.

no need.

They will arrive this afternoon. If they move quickly, they might be able to return to New York by evening.