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.

the whole 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

no objections. "Sure, you

captains, without exception, were seasoned

their coordinates but told them a new base was being established and they could follow. The other side

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

everything-chicken feet, shrimp dumplings, rice

reassured, they asked, "How do

darn it,

the familiar banter, the other side wasn't angry but rather relieved, and

to guide the merchant ship, keeping a

during calm seas by day and

observation, they detected no abnormality on the

"Hey, neighbors, we've

greens,

drone. The sea was calm as Jasper piloted the

in old

"Hey, why didn't you

then, it was clear. The inborn

he gladly shared the coordinates of Hope

naval expertise, they skillfully avoided the

sailing, they were

the currents were

the seafloor was just over 300 meters deep-a far cry from the 9,000-meter expanse they'd crossed half a

for

in the sky, then shot up

was equally thrilled, surfacing

calmer,

the coordinates, the likelihood of

035 Ming-class attack