18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 434

Jasper stayed quiet, his fingers intertwined with hers, holding on tight. His eyes were filled with a love as deep as the ocean. Stella glanced at him, "How many years has it been now?" She couldn't believe it—he was getting clingier by the day.

"No matter how many years, my feelings for you only grow stronger."

What started as romance had now morphed into a bond that felt both romantic and familial, and it never seemed to be enough.

After making sure everything was in order, the couple started planning their next move.

The underwater vortex wasn't a permanent feature; it needed specific conditions to form and didn't last long.

The three of them, along with their dog, had been eating and sleeping in Arcadia for almost ten hours. By now, even the most stubborn underwater vortex would have vanished.

But to be safe, they decided not to use the submarine. Instead, they'd use the escape pod to check things out first.

So, the trio and their dog boarded the escape pod.

With a whoosh, they found themselves underwater.

Rosie's eyes nearly popped out of her head.

Riding the buoyancy, the escape pod rose steadily to the surface; the vortex was nowhere to be seen.

Soon, the escape pod bobbed to the surface, greeted by calm seas and warm, brilliant sunshine.

The terrors they'd faced seemed like mere illusions now.

With Stella's secret out in the open, Rosie became much more animated, using binoculars to survey the surroundings.

The ocean stretched out endlessly, shimmering like a field of twinkling stars.

After scanning the horizon multiple times and seeing no sign of Iran or any other vessels, Stella summoned the yacht, and they resumed their celebration with music and dance. They feasted and frolicked on the gentle waves, basking in the sun and enjoying the food.

Jasper, peering through binoculars, announced, "There's a submarine."

Everyone sprang into action, abandoning their beach chairs and juice to focus intently on the sight before them.

A snorkel broke the surface of the water.

This was no ordinary snorkel; it was shorter and thinner than what you'd find on a standard sub.

Iran; it had to be one of

slowly towards the twelve o'clock direction, the

with subs would know this wasn't normal-the craft seemed on the verge of

been ravaged by

seemed unaware of the

without luck, but now

wouldn't shed a tear until they saw the

perished in battle, they would

won this battle, who knew if they would pop

no patience for constant vigilance;

opportunity to capture them for a harsh interrogation, locate Iran's headquarters, and send them

Jasper disagreed, "They won't

group wasn't made up of ordinary survivors. Their relentless pursuit indicated they were fanatically nationalistic,

we can figure out how to eliminate them." When it came to

readied for

submarine, stealthily following

reckoned with, having destroyed their proud craft, leaving the Iranians in a sorry

it moved slower than a

"Damn it!"

the Iranians cursed in despair, pounding the floor with

crafts, one smashed by the sub, the rest sucked into the seabed black hole, all torn

was the might of

was all the work of those with

he had to survive, to report

rise to dominate the

grand dreams, oblivious to the massive shadow approaching, then violently colliding

was hurled out of the water, then smashed back down with

afar, Stella was dumbfounded; she hadn't expected Blue Blue to

just trying to

now in full rage, revealing a demonic face as it treated the Iranian

Smashing.

venting

it was this wretched craft

to scrap metal, the

roar summoned other

sharks didn't hesitate, converging on the

off an arm, another would bite off a leg-they were ruthless, even

spread, the Iranians