Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 488 Du Family

As the support frame was completely lowered, the shuttle slowly came to a steady stop on the open-air platform.

The hatch opened, the stairs descended, and a stern-looking man in a suit and leather shoes stepped out first. Behind him was a young man in a coat and a spherical Omnic.

"——Everyone, thank you for your hard work during this lunch."

Song Shi waved to the crowd below.

Compared with Wu Zong, Haita Trade and other forces, the Salmon Rhodes clan is much more grand, with liaison personnel, armed security, special reporters, etc., all together there are dozens of people, and the sound of shutter clicks never stops.

However, this platform is large enough and these people have obviously received rigorous training, so it is not noisy.

"Greetings to you, Your Excellency the Border Inspector!"

Seeing the main person appear, a strong middle-aged man laughed and stepped forward to greet him: "Please say hello to the clan leader for us too!"

Song Shi had read the docking files in advance and knew that this man was called "Odo Rhodes" and was one of the inspectors stationed at the base of the [Sammon Rhodes] clan.

"I will definitely bring it to you. The clan leader always cares about his people." Then Song Shi also smiled and shook hands with the other party warmly.

"You are the patrol inspector appointed by the clan leader himself, which makes you half a member of our clan." Odo was very talkative, smiling constantly, and patting his chest vigorously: "If you ask me, you are half of our family!"

"I don't deserve to be called a family member." Song Shi let go of his hand calmly and smiled slightly: "I'm just doing something within my ability for Ye Nan."

"understandable!"

Odo laughed loudly: "Don't worry! I have arranged everything for you! I will never let you down or disappoint the clan leader!"

Song Shi noticed that while the two were talking, Anthony was also talking to a contact person. Judging from the other person's attire, he was probably the secretary of a high-ranking official. After a brief exchange, the two sides made gestures to each other, which should be some kind of etiquette.

"This is the etiquette of wanderers. Of course, I prefer to call it a little trick."

Under his majestic appearance, Odo's observation skills were unexpectedly sharp. Without even turning his head, he said in a relaxed tone: "Most people have a misunderstanding about the 'Wanderer Clan'. They think that we talk about family matters every day, so we are all the same - how is that possible?"

"Even a small company with a dozen people can create seven or eight chat groups, let alone a large clan with tens of thousands of people? Within a large clan, there must be more subdivided groups."

Oddo pressed his thumb. His hand was not a prosthetic, but dark and rough. "In order to increase recognition, um, cohesion, these communities basically have their own unique rules, such as etiquette when meeting, which can immediately tell whether you are a real family member or not."

As he spoke, he smiled at Anthony behind him.

Soon, Odo looked back at Song Shi, and seemed to be quite emotional: "The tribe that Anlaqie belongs to was not very large to begin with, and now there are only a few people left. Your subordinate actually knows their etiquette, which is really thoughtful."

The building where the shuttle is parked is not very tall, only about twenty floors.

Song Shi followed Oddo for a few minutes and stopped at the middle floor.

".Canteen?" Song Shi looked at the tables and chairs in front.

"It's already noon, shouldn't the most important thing be to eat?" Oddo showed his white teeth and said as a matter of course: "I will cook for you myself! Or do you not even have time to eat a meal?"

"Then I'll make it clear in advance." Song Shi walked into the cafeteria, pulled a chair over and leaned on it: "I won't help."

"Of course!" Odo was obviously prepared. He rolled up his sleeves, picked up the freezer next to him and rushed into the kitchen. Yes, he could easily carry a two-meter-high freezer. This local supervisor was clearly a third-ring psychic.

This is normal. Although the [Supervision] is endorsed by the First Court, it can still significantly improve the efficiency of handling many things if it can fight on its own.

After entering the cafeteria, the people who had just come to greet them disappeared without a trace. In the huge cafeteria, only Song Shi and Oddo who was humming a song were left - Lapis Lazuli and Anthony had both gone to handle the reception affairs.

In other words, deliberately making room.

Song Shi listened for a while and thought that the other party was humming some kind of wanderer's folk song, with a strong local accent.

To be honest, he sang a little off-tune, but his natural and confident posture made people subconsciously ignore the off-tune. Song Shi listened quietly and couldn't help but recall the scenes from his previous life.

The Internet charges in the wasteland area are too high to be abused. As wanderers travel around, the most common entertainment activity at night is for a group of people to sing around a campfire and roast some red maggots, lizards, snakes, beetles and cacti.

Then the whole pot of stew was slammed on the table.

Oddo lifted his apron with his big hands, picked up a pile of plates, bowls, spoons and chopsticks, and sat down.

"Taste it!"

Song Shi stared at the colorful things in the iron pot for a while, took a bite, and commented: "It's edible, but there are too many spices, it's a bit strong."

"Really? I even made sure to tone it down a bit."

Odo grabbed the spoon in surprise and poured himself a bowl: "Isn't this quite bland? Okay, I'll pay attention next time."

"Let me ask you in advance, do you mind talking while eating? I heard that people in Donglu seem to have a tradition of not talking while eating, called 'Eat without Talking', right?"

After getting Song Shi's response of shaking his chopsticks, Oddo put down the spoon without hesitation.

"Let me think about it. How should I put it? You know our, um, tradition, right?"

"You said."

Oddo placed the data board on the table. It was equipped with a projection module, and a map half the size of the table suddenly appeared. However, it was not a three-dimensional model, but a flat map.

Song Shi recognized it. This was the base of the [Sammon Rhodes Clan], the map of the three major provinces. Then, the map zoomed in, leaving only the current location, one of the three major provinces, the "Lajodi Province".

"In the past, the members of our two clans were all down-and-out people who had lost their homes and graves. A large number of them were victims of oppression by the Corporate Alliance. Of course, at that time, they were not called the Corporate Alliance, but were disguised as a coalition government."

"The army of companies has devoured our water sources and land, sifted the people over and over again, and thrown them into blenders to try to squeeze out red profits. The traditions and habits of the past have been torn to pieces by the tide of consumerism. No one remembers that decades ago, everyone pursued true love, not some weird virtual anchor."

"At that time, many people fled their homes occupied by the company, joined the clan, and became our family. But many people never forgot the memories of the cruel rule of the company."

Oddo tapped his index finger a few times and pulled out a graphic briefing, which was an analytical reference for the development of the "Lajodi Province" in the past five years.

Quite green.

"This also leads to our resistance to things involving money."

(End of this chapter)