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.

survivors on the ship are alright, kindred spirits. Should we bring them along?" A ship sails the seas, a submarine patrols the depths. If those folks had any sinister plans, there'd be

objections. "Sure,

without exception,

base was being established and

they seized the chance to counter-question.

feet, shrimp dumplings, rice rolls, pineapple

they asked, "How

darn it, you

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

way, with 0945 extending its periscope to guide the merchant ship, keeping a watchful eye on

They pushed hard during calm seas by day and rested

observation, they detected no abnormality on the

destination, life on the merchant ship grew more vibrant. "Hey, neighbors, we've

mustard greens,

on ceremony. She whipped out a drone. The sea was calm as Jasper

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

"Hey, why didn't you say so

then, it was clear. The inborn farming gene was unique to this

gladly shared the

naval expertise, they skillfully avoided the sea's

were only a couple hundred nautical miles

rose steadily, and the currents were simpler

the seafloor was just over 300 meters deep-a far cry from the 9,000-meter

to rest and breathe, and a fighter jet soared overhead. The survivors on the merchant ship jumped for joy. "A fighter jet! It's

circled twice in the sky, then shot up

was equally thrilled, surfacing to

calmer, persistently moving

they drew closer to the coordinates, the likelihood

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

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