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.

those survivors on the ship are alright, kindred spirits. Should

had no objections. "Sure, you

without exception, were

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

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

comes with everything-chicken feet, shrimp dumplings,

they asked, "How

darn it,

other side wasn't angry but rather relieved, and after half an hour of negotiation,

to guide the merchant ship, keeping

pushed hard during calm seas by day and rested at

they detected no abnormality on

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

greens,

ceremony. She whipped out a drone. The sea was calm as Jasper piloted the drone into

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

why

inborn

he gladly shared the

naval expertise, they skillfully avoided

more than 20 days of sailing, they were only a couple

rose steadily, and the currents were simpler than in

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

ship jumped for joy. "A fighter

the sky, then

equally thrilled, surfacing to

calmer, persistently moving

drew closer to the coordinates,

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