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.

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 a safe distance

had no objections. "Sure, you guys

captains, without exception, were

base was being established and they

chance to counter-question.

feet, shrimp dumplings,

they asked, "How

darn it, you

wasn't angry but rather relieved, and after half

way, with 0945 extending its periscope to guide

days, they sailed. They pushed hard during calm seas by day and

of observation, they detected no abnormality

more vibrant. "Hey, neighbors,

greens,

was calm as

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

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

was clear. The inborn farming gene was

gladly shared

naval expertise, they skillfully avoided the sea's

sailing, they were only a couple hundred nautical miles

the currents were simpler

300 meters deep-a far

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,

circled twice in the sky, then

was equally thrilled, surfacing

calmer, persistently

coordinates, the likelihood of encountering other survivors

came across a big one: a Type 035 Ming-class attack submarine,