Zhao Tiezhu shuttled through the heavy rain wearing a certain group's delivery clothes. In the back seat box were three portions of spicy hotpot, a portion of milk tea, and a radioactive dirty bomb that had just been intercepted from a Middle Eastern war zone. He pretended to pay the bills, rode into the abandoned factory, and while dismantling the bomb with one hand, the headquarters command came from the Bluetooth headset: "Be careful, the target black market arms dealer has entered your business district." Ten minutes later, Zhao Tiezhu knocked on the office door of the CEO of a technology company with Mala Tang: "Sir, your takeaway." The CEO was trading uranium raw materials through the dark network, and impatiently waved him away. Zhao Tiezhu smiled and put the lunch box on the table: "By the way, the thirty bodyguards downstairs have been replaced by my colleagues. The United Nations Special Operations Group is working. Please sign for the arrest warrant." The most exciting thing was yet to come - his cell phone suddenly rang. It was a call from his ex-wife: "My son has a high fever. When will your crappy takeout be finished?" Zhao Tiezhu glanced at the street with flashing sirens outside the window and replied calmly: "Five minutes, I took a particularly urgent order today."
