Psychics don't die from gunfire

As the support frame was completely lowered, the shuttle slowly stopped on the open-air platform.

The hatch opened, the stairs descended, and a man in a suit and ties with a stern expression walked out first. Behind him was a young man in a coat and a ball-shaped omnic.

"——Everyone, you have worked hard at noon."

Song Shi waved to the crowd below.

Compared with the Wuzong, Haita Trading and other forces, the Salmon Rhodes clan's pomp is much larger, with docking personnel, armed security, special reporters, etc., there are dozens of people in total, and the shutter sound never stops.

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

"Salute to you, Your Excellency, Patrol Inspector!"

Seeing the official leader appear, a middle-aged man with a strong physique laughed and stepped forward to greet him: "Send hello to the patriarch of the clan for us!"

Song Shi had read the docking file in advance and knew that this person was called "Odo Rhodes" and that he was one of the supervisors stationed in the basic base of the [Salmon Rhodes] clan.

"I will bring it to you. The clan leader always cares about his clan members." So Song Shi also laughed and shook hands with the other party warmly.

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

"Family members don't dare to take this responsibility." Song Shi calmly let go of his hand and smiled slightly: "I'm just doing what I can for Ye Nan."

"Understood!"

Odo laughed loudly: "Don't worry! I have arranged everything for you! I will never disappoint you or chill the patriarch!"

Song Shi noticed that during the conversation between the two, Anthony was also talking to a contact person. Judging from the other party's attire, he was probably the secretary of a powerful person. After a brief exchange, the two sides gestured to each other, which should be some kind of etiquette.

"This is the etiquette of a rogue. Of course, I prefer to call it Little Skill."

Beneath his majestic appearance, Odo's observation skills were unexpectedly sharp. He didn't even look back and said in a relaxed tone: "Most people have misunderstandings about the 'Wanderer Clan' and think that we, the Tiantian Family, The eldest is the shortest, so everyone looks the same - how is that possible? "

"Even a small company with a dozen people can have seven or eight chat groups, not to mention a large clan with tens of thousands? Within a large clan, there will inevitably be more subdivided groups."

Otto pressed his thumb. His hand was not a prosthetic limb. It was dark and rough: "For the sake of recognition, ahem, and cohesion, these communities basically have their own unique rules, such as the etiquette when meeting. You can tell them apart at once. Are you a real family member?”

As he spoke, he smiled at Anthony behind him.

Immediately, Odo looked back at Song Shi and seemed to be quite emotional: "The community that Anlaqie belonged to was not big in the first place. Until now, there are only a few people left. Your subordinate actually knows their etiquette. It's really cool." Use your heart."

The building where the shuttle is parked is not very high, only 20 stories high.

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

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

"It's already noon, shouldn't the most important thing be to eat?" Otto showed a row of white teeth and said matter-of-factly: "I will cook myself! Or do you think you don't even have time to eat?"

"Then declare it in advance." Song Shi walked into the cafeteria, pulled out a chair, and leaned on it: "I won't help you."

"Of course!"

Otto was obviously ready. He immediately rolled up his sleeves, picked up the freezer next to him and went into the kitchen. Yes, the two-meter-high freezer was easily carried. This local supervisor was clearly a third-level psyker.

It's normal. Although [Supervision] has the endorsement of the first court, if you can do it yourself, you can still significantly improve the efficiency of handling many things.

After entering the canteen, the pick-up staff just disappeared without a trace. In the huge canteen, only Song Shi and Odo, who was humming a song, were left - Lapis Lazuli and Anthony were both there to take care of business. .

In other words, he deliberately made space.

Song Shi listened for a while and realized that what the other person was humming must be some kind of wanderer's ballad, with a strong local accent in his voice.

To be honest, his singing was actually a little out of tune, but his natural and confident posture made people subconsciously ignore these out of tune. Song Shi listened quietly and couldn't help but think of the scene in his previous life.

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

Then a pot of random stew was slapped on the table.

Odo took off his apron with both hands, piled up a stack 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, which makes it a bit strong."

"Really or not? I even made my tone a little softer."

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

"I'd like to ask in advance, do you mind talking while eating? I heard that the people of Donglu have a tradition of not talking while eating, which is called 'eating without talking', right?"

After receiving Song Shi's reply as he shook his chopsticks, Odo put down his spoon stabbingly.

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

"You say."

Odo put the data board on the table. It was equipped with a projection module, and a map as big as half of the table appeared. However, it was not a three-dimensional model, but a plane map.

Song Shi recognized that this was the base of the [Sammon Rhodes Clan], the map of the three provinces. Then, the map was enlarged, leaving only the current location, one of the three provinces, "Lajodi Province".

"The members of our two clans were all poor people who lost their homes and graves. A large part of them were victims of the oppression of the corporate alliance. Of course, they were not called the corporate alliance at that time, but were covered with the skin of a coalition government."

"The company's army encroached on our water sources and land, sifted the people on it again and again, and threw them into the blender to try to squeeze out the red profits. The traditions and habits of the past were torn to pieces by the trend of consumerism, and no one remembered them anymore. A few decades ago, everyone pursued true love, not some virtual anchor who saw a ghost."

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

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

Quite green.

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