A few days later.
Liberty Point Cruise Port in Bayon, New Jersey.
Gwen parked her car inside the port, opened the door, and exclaimed in amazement at the Statue of Liberty and the equally expansive Manhattan skyline.
She turned to Hawke, who was getting out of the passenger seat.
"I've never seen the Statue of Liberty and Manhattan from this angle before. It's beautiful, don't you think, Hawke?"
"It's alright."
Hawke glanced at the Statue of Liberty, then at Manhattan across the port, and gave his assessment.
Gwen opened her mouth, somewhat speechless, at Hawke's evaluation. She felt she shouldn't have discussed the beauty of the place with him.
So Gwen decisively changed the subject.
"Where's the friend you mentioned?"
"You're early. We agreed to meet at ten, and it's only nine now."
Hawke's tone was calm.
A few nights ago, he received a call from Anna when he left Gwen's house.
After hanging up, Gwen casually asked who it was, and he told her.
Just as Hawke had said before, he wouldn't hide anything if Gwen asked.
But after asking, Gwen learned that Anna had provided the information, and she said she wanted to come with Hawke.
Hawke agreed.
So, this morning, Gwen came to the apartment to wake him up.
They had agreed to meet here at ten o'clock, but Gwen arrived at nine.
Fortunately,an hour wasn't long, and in the blink of an eye, it was ten o'clock.
Just then, an unremarkable semi-trailer truck drove into the port, honking its horn twice to attract Hawke and Gwen's attention.
Hawke turned his head to look at the semi-trailer truck approaching them and gradually slowing down.
There it was.
He saw the truck driver.
Anna.
A moment later, the truck pulled up beside Hawke.
Anna, with her blonde hair tied up high and wearing sophisticated glasses, jumped off the truck and smiled at Hawke, "Sorry to keep you waiting, Hawke."
Hawke smiled back, "I'm very patient with friends, Anna."
Anna's gaze then fell on Gwen beside her, and a hint of surprise appeared on her cold, beautiful face as she looked at Hawke, "And this is...?"
"Gwen, my girlfriend."
"Anna, my friend."
"Hello, Gwen."
Hearing Hawke's introduction, Anna smiled brightly, took off her gloves, and extended her right hand to Gwen.
Gwen smiled and shook hands with Anna, "Hello."
She recognized this woman.
But Gwen recalled the woman she had seen in the truck when she was waiting for Hawke—a woman with a breezy walk, a cold and sharp face, like a thorny iceberg—and couldn't reconcile the Anna before her, who seemed to be blossoming from an iceberg, with the Anna she knew.
However, she didn't say anything, suppressing her curiosity.
After shaking hands with Gwen, Anna then looked at Hawke.
"Hawk, is this enough?"
"Okay."
Hawke nodded.
Anna then turned and led Hawke to the back of the truck.
Gwen followed closely behind.
As the truck bed opened, Hawke's eyes were instantly filled with iron meteorites that almost completely filled the bed.
Gwen stared wide-eyed at the sight of the truck bed overflowing with iron meteorites.
Anna patted the bed, looked at Hawke, and said with a smile, "Sorry, we were a bit rushed. We only found thirty tons.
If it's not enough, I'll have someone go find more."
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Hawke's lips twitched subtly upon hearing the amount.
A rush? Thirty tons? More if not?
Okay.
There's no doubt now.
Hydra confirmed.
In this world, aside from official forces, only Hydra has the power to collect thirty tons of iron meteorite in just three months.
Hawke's thoughts raced as he looked at Anna, smiling, "Enough, not only enough, but more than enough. I'm very satisfied, thank you."
How much iron meteorite is needed to forge a Saint Cloth?
Although what he wanted wasn't the iron meteorite itself, but rather the silver stardust formed after grinding it with his cosmos ,even so thirty tons of iron meteorite was enough to forge the Phoenix Saint Cloth, with some left over for the next Saint Cloth forging.
Anna's smile widened upon hearing Hawke's answer, and she patted the carriage again.
"Are you taking it directly, or…"
"…"
Before she could finish, Hawke had already started working.
Then Anna's pupils contracted rapidly as she watched the scene unfold.
Hawke walked straight to the front of the carriage, took a deep breath, and with an outstretched right hand, the thirty tons of iron meteorites inside seemed to be drawn away, vanishing one by one without a trace.
From Anna's unseen perspective,Hawke's cosmos was projected, slowly rotating like a black hole, drawing the iron meteorites into his own cosmos.
The Phoenix Star Chart blazed brightly within his cosmos.
These iron meteorites would be ground down by Hawke's cosmos power, turning into silver sand, which would then be transferred into the Phoenix Star Chart. Under the influence of the Phoenix Flame, it would become silver star sand, one of the three essential materials for crafting the Saint Cloths!
However, just like when he captured Gamanion, it would take time.
The same applies to the Saint Cloths; the longer they are stored, the stronger they become, as they are containers of constellation power.
In the blink of an eye, all thirty tons of iron meteorites in the carriage had disappeared.
Anna's pupils had been wide with shock countless times.
Gwen, standing beside him, was equally astonished by this slightly eerie scene.
Hawke, having completed all this, showed a hint of fatigue between his brows.
After all, this world didn't have Saint Seiya. If the Marvel Universe were a game, then his Cosmo power system wasn't written into the game's code.
Although he could burn his own Cosmo to achieve the goal of projecting a virtual Cosmo,it was far less efficient than in the Saint Seiya world.
However Hawke had already thought of a solution.
Just as he had already figured out how to solve the problem of the Cloth's power being insufficient.
But there was no rush.
These two things could only be considered after he had at least created the Cloth.
Hawke exhaled a breath of stale air, and the fatigue between his brows disappeared visibly.
Then, looking at Anna, whose pupils were still somewhat shocked, he offered her his right arm: "Here."
Anna, temporarily recovering from her shock, looked at Hawke offering his right arm, seemingly not quite reacting.
Hawke smiled and said, "But 200 milliliters is fine."
Anna realized what he meant.
Her expression Before her expression could even change, she heard Hawke smile again and say,
"I'll give you 400 milliliters."
"..."
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