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.

Northwesterners on our sub. They think those survivors on the ship are alright, kindred spirits. Should we bring them along?" A

"Sure, you guys guide them

exception, were

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

South Base, they seized the chance to counter-question. "What do you guys

feet, shrimp dumplings, rice

they asked, "How do you

darn it, you

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

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

pushed hard during calm seas by day and rested at

observation, they detected

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

mustard greens,

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

old pots and cans, and they

Brady chuckled. "Hey, why didn't

it was clear. The inborn farming gene was

he gladly shared

expertise, they skillfully

of sailing, they were only a couple hundred nautical miles from Hope

and the currents were

seafloor was just over 300 meters deep-a far

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

the sky, then shot up

equally thrilled, surfacing to

remained calmer,

the coordinates, the likelihood of encountering other survivors

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