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 we

no objections. "Sure, you

exception, were seasoned

reasons, Brady didn't share their coordinates but told them a new base was being established and they could follow. The other side was just

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

everything-chicken feet, shrimp dumplings,

reassured, they asked, "How

darn it,

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

its periscope to

pushed hard during calm

of observation, they

more vibrant. "Hey, neighbors, we've

mustard greens, bok

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

old

"Hey, why didn't you say so

was clear. The inborn farming gene was unique to

he gladly shared the coordinates of

they skillfully

of sailing, they were only

the currents were simpler than in

meters deep-a far cry from the 9,000-meter expanse

merchant ship jumped for joy.

in the sky, then shot up and

was equally thrilled, surfacing to

remained calmer, persistently moving

drew closer to the coordinates,

came across a big one: a Type 035 Ming-class attack submarine, a national asset even before the