The Day the Delivery Boy Was Saluted by the Chief Minister

I have been delivering food for three years, and for three years I was scolded as a "smelly out-of-towner". The landlord pressed for rent, my colleagues bullied me, and even the community security guard dared to point fingers at me. On a rainy night, when the order was overdue, the customer scolded me on the phone: "You can't even deliver a takeaway. What's the use of living for a person like you?" I squatted on the side of the road, gnawing on the cold steamed buns, and my tears mixed with the rain fell down. No one knows that three years ago, I was the youngest special forces king, codenamed "Wolf Warrior". During a top-secret mission, my parents died, and I retired with serious injuries. I became anonymous and became a waste in everyone's eyes. Until that day, a group of people in military uniforms blocked my battery car. The leading old man saluted tremblingly: "Little chief, I finally found you." The identity of the orphan of the martyr was exposed. From a low-level deliveryman to a military god of war, I started a counterattack. The conspiracy behind the sacrifice of my parents has surfaced. This time, I will use my strength to protect the peace of my family and country.