"Damn it! What kind of weather is this? It's only what month, and it's already snowing?"
A young female reporter looked up at the white snowflakes drifting through the sky. She instinctively pulled her collar tight and shivered, covering up the rather eye-catching cleavage she had been showing.
As an employee of one of America's largest broadcasting companies, she was currently standing in New York Times Square with a filming crew, waiting for someone from Afterlife to take them to the only village on Earth inhabited by Inhumans for an interview.
To secure this major story, one that could potentially affect the course of human history, the company executives had specially approved a budget of ten million US Dollars. They had also prepared a large number of gifts for the Inhumans of Afterlife, hoping only that the entire interview would proceed smoothly.
At the moment, the dozen or so team members stood before a professional vehicle loaded with all sorts of equipment, constantly looking around. They wanted to know exactly how these superpowered individuals hidden among ordinary people would appear before them.
And how they would transport so many people, along with the trucks full of gifts, to the designated location.
However, the cold weather had clearly made most of them impatient. Some even sipped hot coffee bought nearby while muttering complaints under their breath.
But unfortunately, no matter how much they complained, none of them dared to leave.
Because another competing filming crew was stationed not far away.
If anyone dared to slip away now, they would be called in by Human Resources the next day and ruthlessly fired.
"My god! It's already been half an hour! Do those people have no sense of time? Or did they forget the agreed time?" Another middle-aged producer-director, who looked to be