New Year's Eve.
Although it's a day for family reunions.
But in a certain neighborhood of Beijing, still squatting are many reporters.
They park their cars on the side of the road, each holding tools in their hands, waiting to capture the first-hand news.
However, the security guards of this neighborhood are very devoted, preventing them from stepping in. They can only wait outside. Such a big incident happened today, the people inside will have to come out to deal with it eventually.
From the rear.
A black car approaching from faraway.
Inside the car.
The man's cold, black eyes stared at the reporters squatting nearby. His thin lips tightened, and a desolate cold light flashed in his eyes.
"Can we go in from the side entrance?"
He looked up and asked the driver.
The driver respectfully responded, "All three entrances of the neighborhood are sealed now. We have to find another way."