18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 443

Brady and his team didn't have a clue, but they figured the military higher-ups would be the last to leave, probably on a warship or plane. Stella looked worried. "The last to retreat?"

Jasper noticed her concern and turned to Brady. "Do you know what the other Kindle Society teams are up to?"

Brady shook his head. If they hadn't bumped into 2688, they wouldn't have known that East Base was tasked with building Hope Point.

The weather was good, and after two days of rest, the submarines were ready to set sail. Suddenly, at 0945, they spotted a ship at three o'clock.

Playing it safe, 2688 wanted to dive and leave, but Brady and the others noticed a red star painted on the side of the ship.

This was a sign of faith.

They decided to make contact.

Stella, wary of danger, handed Brady a bullhorn. "Hey there, friends! Where are you coming from?"

The crew on the distant ship noticed the submarines and responded excitedly in familiar language, waving and shouting, "Hey, we're from the official Northwestern Base." Northwestern Base?

Brady, still cautious, asked, "And where exactly is this Northwestern Base?"

"Qindu."

"Qindu, huh? Can you tell me how to make a proper burger?"

Indeed, nothing speaks to the soul like food. Stella nearly burst out laughing.

But just knowing how to make a burger wasn't enough for Brady. He threw out another challenge. "Fate brought us together. How about singing us some rock and roll?"

The folks on the other ship were skin and bones and barely had the energy to sing. If Stella were them, she'd want to throw her shoe at him.

But to their surprise, someone actually started singing. At first, it was just a few voices, but then more joined in.

alright, kindred spirits. Should we bring them along?" A ship sails the seas, a submarine patrols the

had no objections. "Sure, you guys guide

captains, without exception, were seasoned

were several hundred survivors on the ship. For safety reasons, Brady didn't share their coordinates but told them a new base was being established and

Base, they seized the chance to counter-question. "What

comes with everything-chicken feet, shrimp dumplings, rice

they asked, "How do you

it, you

but rather relieved, and after half an hour

its periscope to guide the merchant ship, keeping a

during

days of observation, they detected no abnormality on

grew more vibrant. "Hey, neighbors, we've got some fresh veggies here. Want

mustard greens,

a drone. The sea was calm as Jasper

behold, they were growing greens in old pots and cans, and they looked pretty

chagrined Brady chuckled. "Hey, why didn't you say

clear. The inborn farming gene was

gladly shared the coordinates

naval expertise, they skillfully avoided the sea's

were only a couple hundred nautical miles

seafloor rose steadily, and the currents were

over 300 meters deep-a far cry from the 9,000-meter expanse they'd

overhead. The survivors on the merchant ship jumped for joy. "A fighter

in the sky,

was equally thrilled, surfacing to

calmer, persistently moving

closer to the coordinates, the likelihood of encountering other survivors

came across a big one: a Type 035 Ming-class attack submarine, a national asset even before the