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.

think those survivors on the ship are alright, kindred spirits. Should we bring them along?" A ship sails the seas, a submarine patrols the depths.

no objections. "Sure, you guys guide

captains, without exception,

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

seized the chance to counter-question. "What do you guys like to

feet, shrimp dumplings, rice rolls,

not reassured, they asked, "How do

it,

but rather relieved, and after half

periscope to guide

pushed hard during calm seas by day and rested at

days of observation, they detected

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

greens,

drone. The sea was calm

they were growing greens in old pots and cans, and they

"Hey, why didn't you say

inborn

gladly shared

expertise, they skillfully avoided the sea's

days of sailing, they were

seafloor rose steadily, and the currents

over 300 meters deep-a far cry from the

on the merchant ship jumped for joy. "A fighter jet! It's one of ours!"

twice in the sky,

was equally thrilled, surfacing

remained calmer, persistently

they drew closer to the coordinates, the likelihood

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