Under the sunlight, blood that seemed to glitter like starlight slowly flowed out of his body and into the blood bag.
Hawk sat in a chair, squeezing the grip ball in his hand as he looked at the Statue of Liberty standing in the distance on Liberty Island.
Anna stared unblinkingly at the blood gathering in the bag with the reverence of someone worshipping a sacred relic.
The blood in the bag shimmered like diamonds beneath the sunlight.
Just then.
The phone rang.
Anna took out her phone, glanced at the caller ID, apologized to Hawk as she drew his blood, then walked off to one side.
Gwen, sitting nearby and looking very much like she was there to accompany Hawk during his blood draw, waited until Anna had gone some distance away to answer the call before turning to Hawk and lowering her voice.
"So, you traded four hundred milliliters of blood for a truckload of iron meteorites?"
"Mm."
Hawk nodded slightly and looked at Gwen. "Do you think I came out ahead or took a loss?"
Gwen opened her mouth.
From the perspective of U.S. dollars, Hawk had undoubtedly made a killing.
After all, how much could selling blood possibly earn?
According to New York Blood Products Company's quoted price last week, four hundred milliliters of blood could be exchanged for one hundred and fifty dollars.
But what about iron meteorites?
Gwen had just looked it up. Also last week, a New York auction house had sold a thirty-five-kilogram iron meteorite for two hundred and ten thousand dollars.
Based on the price of thirty-five kilograms for two hundred and ten thousand dollars.
Thirty tons of iron meteorites were estimated to be worth over one hundred and seventy-nine million dollars.
But...
Gwen frowned as she looked at Hawk.
"Your