18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 431

Chapter 431

The trio and their dog were living the high life, feasting like they hadn't been cooped up in a submarine for ages. It was likely that they had been marked much earlier, maybe when they switched to the escape pod, the yacht, or even when they got picked up by that Thai

fishing boat. Their pursuers had been biding their time, waiting until they were absolutely sure.

Those small fry, experts in mixing biological weapons with nuclear wastewater, were nothing short of monsters. If they ever got wind of Stella's secret, they'd pull out all the stops to capture her for their twisted experiments. If they succeeded, Stella's life would be a living

hell.

And with Jasper and her having no clue where exactly they were in Iran, or how many enemies and weapons they were up against, taking them down was a tall order. Jasper had a sinking feeling. They had traveled over two hundred nautical miles since they spotted that fishing boat, yet they were still in Iran's sights. This wasn't the work of amateurs; it had to be the military.

Stella was shocked. "Their military?" she exclaimed.

Their homeland had been erased, surviving even tectonic collisions. Indeed, they were monsters. History, soaked in blood, told a clear story: falling into these monsters' hands meant an unthinkable fate. They were more rabid than mad dogs-no way could Silver Asylum or Alpha Outpost handle them with just three people and a dog.

Iran caught up so quickly? Rosie came running over. "Bro, Blue Blue's

just a scratch or a bump. It was nudging the

does Blue

had a hunch. "Maybe it's trying to tell us to get out

was the smart move. Stella's ultimate goal was survival, not a showdown with Iran. They floored it, and the escape lasted three hours

There was definitely a submarine following them. Whether it was too far away or the ocean floor was too dark, she couldn't see clearly. But she made out three dark shapes in a "river" formation, relentlessly

this is a

from the second viewport. "They're after

viewport and saw a shadow on the right flank. If there was

against one,"

The Kindle Society had built a number of submarines meant to combat ocean disasters and mutant creatures. They could withstand weapons, but they weren't made to fight their own kind. Mutant creatures didn't rush to

button, activating the submarine's external collision deterrent-hedgehog spikes. Hans and his 1926 had used them to breach a Chinese submarine and scare off North Korea. Hopefully, they would work now. Iran's industries, despite striving for "craftsmanship," were known for

were set, the submarine suddenly shook violently. A blunt impact at the stern, not a heavy collision, more like a sharp object striking. "Harpoons!" Jasper

to close the steel protective doors over the glass. The viewport was the submarine's Achilles' heel, and Iran was going for the kill, aiming to breach the sub and capture them alive. Too bad the national

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