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.

2688. "We've got Northwesterners on our sub. They think those survivors on the ship are alright, kindred spirits. Should we bring them along?"

had no objections. "Sure, you guys guide

without exception,

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

to counter-question. "What do you guys like to have for

shrimp dumplings, rice

they asked, "How do you

it,

angry but rather relieved, and

2688 led the way, with 0945 extending its periscope to guide the merchant ship,

They pushed hard during

days of observation, they detected no abnormality on

"Hey,

mustard greens, bok

a drone. The sea was calm as Jasper piloted the drone into position mode, flying

they were growing greens in old

Brady chuckled. "Hey, why didn't you say

was clear. The inborn farming gene was unique to

so, he gladly shared

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

than 20 days of sailing, they were only a couple hundred nautical miles

seafloor rose steadily, and the currents were simpler

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

jumped for joy. "A fighter jet! It's one of ours!" My goodness, Hope Point was real. They had a home

the sky,

equally thrilled, surfacing

calmer, persistently

they drew closer to the coordinates, the likelihood of encountering

Type 035 Ming-class attack submarine, a national asset even before the