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.

time, growing more serious. He consulted with 2688. "We've got Northwesterners on our sub. They think those survivors on the ship are alright, kindred spirits. Should we bring them along?" A ship

objections. "Sure,

captains, without exception,

base was being established and they could follow. The other side was just as cautious, probing about the origin

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

comes with everything-chicken feet, shrimp dumplings,

asked, "How

it,

banter, the other side wasn't angry but rather relieved, and after half an

0945 extending its periscope to guide the merchant ship, keeping

days, they sailed. They pushed hard during calm seas by

days of observation, they detected no

life on the merchant ship grew more vibrant. "Hey, neighbors, we've got some fresh veggies

mustard greens,

drone. The sea was calm as Jasper piloted the drone

behold, they were growing greens in old pots

chuckled. "Hey, why

it was clear. The inborn farming gene was unique to

so, he gladly shared

expertise, they skillfully avoided the

20 days of sailing, they were only a couple hundred

and the currents were

readings indicated the seafloor was just over 300 meters deep-a far cry from the 9,000-meter

rest and breathe, and a fighter jet soared overhead. The survivors on the merchant ship jumped for joy. "A fighter jet! It's one of ours!" My goodness, Hope

the sky,

was equally thrilled, surfacing

remained calmer, persistently moving

closer to the coordinates,

big one: a Type 035 Ming-class attack submarine,