I Deliver Food in the Doomsday Wasteland

In the third year of the apocalypse, I, Luo Wang, became the last delivery person in this hellish place. My eDonkeys are armored, my maps mark monster lairs, and my clients are either perverts or lunatics. Bad review? Not only will your money be deducted, but your life may also be deducted. I just want to earn some survival points and survive until the end of time. Until I swiped my hand and received a "Doomsday Special Delivery" order—— He saved a lame man who was about to die, and the reward was ridiculously high. As a result, the next day, a group of tough men armed to the teeth rushed in front of me and stood at attention and saluted the lame man: "Commander! The 'Wolf Skeleton' base welcomes you back!" The lame man turned to look at me, knelt on one knee, his eyes were wild: "Either kill me or... Take me in." I looked at the group of team members behind him who could tear apart tanks, and then at the steel bars I had just bent. He straightened it silently and asked weakly: That... Five-star review, can it be knotted now? "Um... Five-star review, can you get it done now?"