Trouble Has Begun

At this moment, New York was also enshrouded in an incessant torrential rain.

Anyone who stayed outdoors for more than ten seconds was guaranteed to end up completely drenched from head to toe.

The rain was so heavy that it was painful when it slapped on one's face, a dull pain. It was also icy cold, and like the fingers of the dead, it strived to take away all warmth from the living.

But it was in such weather that every inhabitant of the temporary base, from the young to the old, had poured outside and congregated on a large open area, packing the area full. They looked towards a huge platform in front of them with complicated gazes.