Takeaway Soldier King

(Strong identity contrast + outbreak of the first battle) "I was squatting next to the electric car and tearing up the take-out order, and a familiar stinging pain suddenly appeared in the back of my neck - it was the old shrapnel injury calling the police. I looked up and saw seven tattooed gangsters blocking the way. The leader was holding a cigarette and laughing: 'Delivery boy? I want you to deliver take-out to hell.' I pushed the incubator onto the ground, cracking my knuckles. Three years ago in the rainforest of northern Myanmar, I had the same smile when I led my team to break out of a circle surrounded by thirty drug dealers. 'Everyone,' I loosened my collar, revealing the hideous bullet marks on my collarbone, 'do you know why the special forces are not afraid of death? Because——' Before I finished speaking, I had already twisted the wrist of the nearest person, pinned the back joint to the back of his neck, and put my knee heavily on his waist: 'We are not even afraid of pain. ' Later, when the police came to take a statement, the young man stared at the old scar on my arm and clicked his tongue: 'Brother, is this an injury you could get from delivering food? ' I looked down at the hot braised pork in the insulator and smiled: 'Delivery? What I am sending is the last line of safety in this city.