In the blink of an eye, the yellow Carola Gwen was driving had vanished from Anna's sight.
Just as the yellow Carola disappeared from view, the fiery red sports car Gwen had spotted earlier drove over from afar and came to a steady stop in front of Anna.
The expression on Anna's face returned to its refined, icy severity.
The burly man in black got out of the sports car.
"Take it to the base."
"Understood."
Anna took the sunglasses clipped to her chest and put them on. She handed the briefcase containing four hundred milliliters of Hawk's blood to the man in black, then climbed directly into the sports car.
The next second.
The sports car roared to life and instantly disappeared from the black-clad man's sight as well.
Expressionless, the man in black carried the briefcase and turned to walk into the harbor.
A little while later.
Having already driven out of the harbor area, Anna made a phone call.
The call connected.
"Anna."
"Sir, the transaction has been completed, but there was a small accident."
"What accident?"
"Gwen Stacy came too."
"Hm?"
The voice on the other end seemed somewhat surprised, then recovered. "It seems he truly cares about Gwen Stacy."
Anna nodded. "Yes, sir."
Just then.
A third voice came from the other end of the call, carrying a hint of arrogance.
"Sir, then perhaps we can use Gwen—"
"Shut up."
"No."
Anna's objection and her superior's objection on the other end came out almost simultaneously.
The third person was clearly stunned, but after her superior barked for him to get out, he did not dare say another word and quickly left, accompanied by the sound of footsteps.
Only after the third person had left did the voice on the other end sound again.
"Anna, tell