18 Floors Above the Apocalypse novel Chapter 431

The trio and their dog were living the high life, feasting like they hadn’t been cooped up in a submarine for ages. It was likely that they had been marked much earlier, maybe when they switched to the escape pod, the yacht, or even when they got picked up by that Thai fishing boat. Their pursuers had been biding their time, waiting until they were absolutely sure.

Those small fry, experts in mixing biological weapons with nuclear wastewater, were nothing short of monsters. If they ever got wind of Stella's secret, they'd pull out all the stops to capture her for their twisted experiments. If they succeeded, Stella's life would be a living hell.

And with Jasper and her having no clue where exactly they were in Iran, or how many enemies and weapons they were up against, taking them down was a tall order. Jasper had a sinking feeling. They had traveled over two hundred nautical miles since they spotted that fishing boat, yet they were still in Iran's sights. This wasn't the work of amateurs; it had to be the military.

Stella was shocked. "Their military?" she exclaimed.

Their homeland had been erased, surviving even tectonic collisions. Indeed, they were monsters. History, soaked in blood, told a clear story: falling into these monsters' hands meant an unthinkable fate. They were more rabid than mad dogs—no way could Silver Asylum or Alpha Outpost handle them with just three people and a dog.

As they mulled over their next move, the submarine shook again. Had Iran caught up so quickly? Rosie came running over. "Bro, Blue Blue's back."

This time, it wasn’t just a scratch or a bump. It was nudging the submarine with its head, back and forth.

Rosie frowned. "What does Blue Blue want?"

Stella had a hunch. "Maybe it's trying to tell us to get out of here."

Retreating without knowing the enemy’s strength was the smart move. Stella’s ultimate goal was survival, not a showdown with Iran. They floored it, and the escape lasted three hours until Cooper suddenly barked from the third viewport.

"Woof!"

Stella rushed to the stern, peering through the binoculars. There was definitely a submarine following them. Whether it was too far away or the ocean floor was too dark, she couldn’t see clearly. But she made out three dark shapes in a "river" formation, relentlessly pursuing them.

"Well, this is a three-on-one situation," she muttered.

"Hey, Sis," Rosie called from the second viewport. "They’re after us."

Stella joined her at the second viewport and saw a shadow on the right flank. If there was one on the right, the left was bound to have company too.