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.

on the ship are alright, kindred spirits. Should we bring them

no objections. "Sure, you guys guide them

without exception, were

coordinates but told them a new base was being established and

seized the chance to

everything-chicken feet, shrimp dumplings, rice

asked,

darn it, you

angry but rather relieved, and after half

periscope to guide the merchant ship, keeping a watchful eye

during calm

they detected no abnormality

vibrant. "Hey, neighbors, we've got some fresh

mustard greens, bok

calm as Jasper piloted the drone into position mode,

old pots and cans, and they looked

"Hey, why

inborn farming gene

so, he gladly shared the coordinates of Hope

Brady's naval expertise, they skillfully avoided the sea's perils

they were only a

seafloor rose steadily, and the currents were

indicated the seafloor was just over 300 meters deep-a far cry from the

for joy. "A fighter jet! It's one of ours!" My goodness, Hope

in the

thrilled, surfacing to

remained calmer, persistently

closer to the coordinates, the likelihood of encountering other

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