"Sir! Since you aren't wearing a mask, would it be convenient for you to tell us your name?"
The reporters were in a noisy frenzy, constantly shoving one another, while the cameramen practically came to blows over prime shooting positions. Still, the Daily Bugle, with its greatest confidence, secured the advantage and asked the first question.
As a media outlet under Wilson Entertainment, its reporters received astonishingly good benefits. Every one of them could attend professional training courses for free, receive football-player-level combat training, and learn getaway driving skills worthy of bank robbers.
Simply put, compared to paparazzi from other outlets, anyone who could outrun them could not fight as well as they could; anyone who could fight better than them could not outrun them.
On top of that, Wilson Group was a terrifying giant. Rumor had it that even if its employees beat someone to death, they could be bailed out immediately. Naturally, no one wanted to provoke them.
After several decades, an unspoken rule had emerged among paparazzi: let the Daily Bugle reporter ask the first question.
"Heh heh, my name is Arthur Curry. My friends all call me Aquaman." Arthur ran a hand through his long hair, making sure he looked rugged and handsome on camera, then answered the reporter with a cheerful smile.
"May I ask whether you and the red-clad man who appeared earlier are both new members of the Avengers?" Another reporter asked. That little red guy had suddenly vanished, so they could only interview the one who remained.
This was New York, after all—the birthplace of masked people on 40K Earth. Since 1940, all sorts of bizarre masked figures had appeared in this city one after another.
Some masked people were heroes, while others were villains. This city was their Big Stage.
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