18 Floors Above the Apocalypse novel Chapter 436

Under the cover of night, Stella and Jasper, equipped with night-vision goggles, swiftly swam toward another fishing vessel, using the same tactics to take control of it.

In a flash, a dozen Iranians were kicked out into the sea by the crew of the Arcadia. Curses filled the air, but in the darkness, it was impossible to see who was who. The Iranians, caught off guard, grabbed the person flailing next to them and, without hesitation, plunged their knives in. The knives went in white and came out red, stabbing over and over without pause.

It wasn't until the victim's screams filled the air, cursing a blue streak, that the assailant realized he had stabbed one of his own. Oh God, he had stabbed one of his own. Before he could recover from the shock and guilt, his shoulder was seized again. Without any hesitation, the stabbing continued. Who cared who it was? It was better to kill than to be killed. And he wasn't the only one with that thought. Blood began to bloom in the water in several places.

The screams at sea alerted the Iranians on the transport ship. They rushed out with lights and saw that two fishing boats were missing. "Darn it!" As they stood shocked, trying to figure out how to save their comrades, the survivors from the transport ship sprang into action. Someone took the lead, lunging forward and tossing the Iranians on the rail into the sea. Where there was one, there were others. Fueled by desperate courage, they fought. If death was inevitable, they might as well go down fighting. Their forefathers had shed blood and sacrificed to drive out invaders, and they could do the same. In the darkness, the resistance began with the sound of gunfire…

The Iranians in the sea tried to climb back onto the ship, but the transport was too high, and they couldn't get back up. Suddenly, screams pierced the black sea, growing in number. Sharks! The scent of blood had attracted the sharks. Dozens of them appeared, swarming over the Iranians with their gaping jaws. Stella hadn't expected such a smooth operation, not having wasted a single bullet. The arrival of the sharks turned the sea into a deadly trap.

Just as Stella was about to pull Jasper into the safety of the Arcadia, a whirlpool suddenly appeared, swallowing them both. Darn it, they'd been swallowed by a shark! How big must a shark be to gulp down two people in one bite? Wait, where were the sharp teeth? Stella realized too late that she and Jasper had been swallowed by Blue Blue. Well, talk about true love. The sharks frenziedly tore at the Iranians in the water, but they respected the queen of the ocean, not daring to challenge the status of the blue whale, and none dared to attack.

Blue Blue returned to the submarine and spat out Stella and Jasper, emitting a high-pitched call. Stella's eardrums buzzed. She could brag for a lifetime about the time she and Jasper were almost eaten by a blue whale. Thankfully, they were wearing diving suits, or they'd be drenched in Blue Blue's saliva. Jasper looked at Stella, speechless—her tastes were truly unique; not afraid to be swallowed whole by Blue Blue.

With the Arcadia in hand, Jasper smirked, "If Blue Blue dares to swallow me, I'll just take out the yacht from the Arcadia, and if it bursts its belly, it's not my fault."

Blue Blue, not understanding human language, "…" Thank you very much!

They climbed onto the submarine and observed through binoculars that the survivors on the transport ship seemed to have regained control, mercilessly throwing their captors into the sea. The sharks waited with open mouths, ready for their next meal. Jasper stared at the transport ship for a long time, then explained to Stella, "They're survivors from the official base in the province of Rook. They managed to avoid the plate collision on land before heading out to sea."