He lives on another planet and is majoring in Earth Science.

Chapter 352 Global Doomsday Plan
The entire conference room was filled with an atmosphere of anxiety.

"How about we call home first?"

Everyone agrees.

The British representative made a phone call to inform the Prime Minister of the latest situation.

The Prime Minister asked incredulously, "What do you mean they came out of the mushroom cloud?"

"Nuclear weapons are completely useless against them. The world may really be going to end."

The prime minister slumped onto the sofa, his mouth agape in astonishment.

His voice trembled as he asked his white-haired secretary beside him, "Sir Humphrey, what should we do now?"

"Yes, Prime Minister. 10 Downing Street has long had contingency plans for the end of the world."

Sir Humphrey calmly produced a document that read "Doomsday Plan Handbook".

"Let me check."

He opened the file: “When aliens invade, we should—sorry, not this page. Zombie crisis, zombie crisis—” He muttered to himself as he flipped through the file. “Ah, found it. When the zombie crisis reaches a point where modern weapons can’t solve it, we will build shelters in the Scottish Highlands, transfer the people into the shelters, and then the entire government will immigrate to America.”

The prime minister was somewhat surprised: "I am the prime minister of a country, how can I abandon my country at such a critical moment?"

"Yes, Prime Minister. You may have some misunderstanding. The term 'government' here does not include you, your cabinet, or members of parliament. It refers to us civil servants who have dedicated our lives to the country. We deserve it, and the government has already established a foundation to address this issue for us."

"What about us?"

"You can live and die with our great British Empire."

Sir Humphrey picked up his briefcase and pointed to his wristwatch: "It's time to go home. I have to take my family to America. Happy end of the world, Your Excellency. Oh, 10 Downing Street, I'll miss you."

He pushed open the office door and left, leaving the prime minister alone in the office, stunned.

A short while later, the phone in his office rang.

“Sir Humphrey, the phone is ringing—oh, I forgot, Sir Humphrey has left.”

He answered the phone alone, and the voice of the French president came from the other end.

Have you received the news?

The Prime Minister peered through his office door at the chaotic 10 Downing Street, where civil servants were packing up to leave work, and a commotion could be heard outside.

"I got it."

"I think it's time to initiate our bilateral agreement."

"What agreement?"

"The Anglo-French Doomsday Pact, don't you know? You can ask your secretary, he certainly does."

The Prime Minister looked at the empty seat and said awkwardly, "He's quite busy right now, why don't you just tell me the contents of the agreement?"

"That works. The agreement is that you establish shelters in the Scottish Highlands, and then we'll organize the military and civilians—"

A glimmer of hope seemed to appear in the Prime Minister's gloomy heart: "France still has the sense of responsibility."

"Don't say that. I'm a little ashamed. When it comes to taking responsibility, we have to say it's Britain. They actually agreed to let us evacuate our military and civilians to the British mainland."

"What? Evacuate to the UK mainland? Where will we go then?"

"The Scottish Highlands. It's written clearly in black and white; I think this is the friendship forged during World War II. The French people will never forget it."

The Prime Minister was so surprised that he stammered, "Then what will France be used for?" "To receive refugees. There may be a large number of refugees from the Middle East fleeing to Europe. We will temporarily give France to them and let them serve as the first line of defense against zombies."

"That sounds good. I'd like to call America again to get their opinion."

"You don't need to call anymore, I've already called. They still need to discuss things internally for a while."

At the Pentagon, the president is holding a military meeting with the top generals.

The atmosphere at the meeting was extremely serious.

Generals are analyzing the possibilities of various combinations of currently deployed weapons.

Everyone argued heatedly, their faces flushed, and the noise in the conference room was incessant.

The president's advisor suddenly spoke up: "These mummies are legendary cursed creatures. As the old saying goes, 'Only magic can defeat magic.' If we can't destroy them by physical means, shall we try magic?"

The generals looked at each other, staring at the military advisor as if he were a fool.

"Excuse me, sir. We are discussing an extremely serious matter, one that concerns the very survival of humanity. We should—"

“I agree with his idea.”

This statement came from the president.

He said calmly, "This is a brilliant idea. Why don't we give it a try? There are many excellent spiritualists in the world. We can gather them together and send them to Egypt."

The generals wanted to object, but none of them dared to speak.

Only one person angrily exclaimed, "This is utterly childish!"

The young defense minister said, “Lieutenant General, if you do not agree with His Excellency the President’s instructions, you may leave. Our military needs to put loyalty first.”

The middle-aged man threw his hat to the ground, revealing a full head of silver hair. Looking at the orange-skinned old man sitting on the sofa, he had a feeling of déjà vu, as if he were seeing an emperor in America.

He stormed out of the door in anger, without saying a word.

On that day, an MCN company owned by the president's family urgently signed contracts with 15 psychics.

Upon receiving the news, the Russian president ordered the Ministry of Defense to prepare the world's most powerful nuclear bomb—the Tsar Bomba, with the power of a single bomb equivalent to hundreds of Little Boys. They were determined to blast these mummies to ash.

Egypt is already in talks with Saudi Arabia, hoping to relocate its border residents to Saudi Arabia as quickly as possible. Local troops have already moved people to the border, and tens of thousands will be transported by boat to Saudi Arabia as soon as the border crossings open.

Israel has relaxed its military presence in various Middle Eastern countries, redeploying a large number of its main forces from Gaza to the border, where they stand ready to fight the mummies at any time. Meanwhile, large numbers of Israeli civilians are being relocated to safer areas in western Ukraine.

There was no war or people there, and the city had complete infrastructure. It was practically the promised land of the Jews, and many people had already moved there.

The representatives hung up the phone and sat down again.

The atmosphere at the meeting reached a freezing point.

It seems that no one has a plan for cooperation.

Just then, a yellow unidentified flying object suddenly appeared in the satellite image, attracting everyone's attention.

"What it is?"

"It looks like a pesticide sprayer, and it even has an American license plate."

"It seems to actually have a license!"

"Who drove an American pesticide sprayer onto the mummy's head?"

(End of this chapter)