The weather in the south is dull and gloomy. A heavy rain that is about to fall has pushed the air pressure of the whole city to the lowest point. This is an old community. The courtyard gate is full of ivy. The city plan has said that it will be demolished twenty years ago. But to this day, the community is still there. The broken street lights are waiting for the opportunity to demolish it. It is not lighted up when it is lighted. A man in black hurriedly walked by and stepped on a few slums of mud and water. He didn't care at all. He walked to the corner and a black car parked at the intersection. Brother Han arrived. The man stood beside the car and handed the file bag in his hand. Snake, snake. The man in the car stopped bored and pressed the lighter, took the file bag and read it.