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

Chapter 355 Pesticide Spraying Machines Achieve Great Victory, Shocking Countries
After analysis by technical experts from various countries, it was finally determined that the unidentified flying object that destroyed the mummy army was an old-fashioned pesticide sprayer manufactured in the United States.

The American representative stated, "This model of aircraft ceased production five years ago and was only sold in North America, not exported to the Middle East. Therefore, our technical experts conclude that someone piloted this pesticide sprayer across the Atlantic Ocean—"

After saying that, she threw the manuscript on the ground.

"Pretend I didn't say anything."

The Russian representative scratched his chin in confusion: "But how did a pesticide sprayer manage to defeat a mummy that we couldn't defeat even with so many technological means?"

"The key lies in the liquid it sprayed. I suggest establishing a special task force under the Planetary Defense Committee to investigate this incident."

The proposal from the representative of the Celestial Empire was unanimously approved.

When the delegates relayed this news back to their home countries.

The British representative dialed the phone: "Sir Humphrey, please inform His Excellency the Prime Minister."

"Well, I am the Prime Minister."

"Oh, Your Excellency Prime Minister, I have good news to inform you: the mummy crisis has been resolved."

"What?" the Prime Minister exclaimed in surprise. "How was it resolved? Weren't even nuclear weapons effective? Did they bring out their most advanced weapons?"

"I don't know if it's the most advanced weapon yet, but it's very mysterious."

"what is that?"

"It appears to be a pesticide sprayer."

The Prime Minister could hardly believe his ears.

“This is not funny. If you make this kind of joke again at such a critical moment, we will not prepare a plane ticket for you to America.”

"But I'm in America right now."

"I forgot."

"Your Excellency, you must believe me. I saw it with my own eyes. The satellites captured it clearly. Three people in a pesticide sprayer wiped out the entire army of mummies. Now we need to establish a solutions team to study the practical situation and discuss the aftermath. Please have them organize the experts as soon as possible."

The Prime Minister looked around the empty office and said somewhat helplessly, "Then you'll have to wait a while. I'm the only one left at 10 Downing Street. Do you have Sir Humphrey's phone number?"

-

The French representative made a phone call to the young president, who was convening a meeting on the "new Dunkirk evacuation."

The discussion had reached its climax, with everyone arguing heatedly.

“I think the elderly, women, and children should be allowed to board first!” said an elderly white male official.

“I object! The elderly, women, and children cannot participate in post-apocalyptic construction. Therefore, I believe African Americans should be put on the ships first! Their ancestors were systematically exploited, and this is compensation for them! Moreover, African Americans are more athletic and better able to survive in the apocalypse,” said a Black female official.

“I object! I think the LGBT+ community and women should be allowed on board first! They are the truly vulnerable groups in society, and their history of exploitation is much longer than ours,” said a white female expert.

Looking at the room full of talented people, the president remarked on when France had begun to become Americanized.

“I think the wealthy should be allowed to board first, the tickets should be auctioned off, and the highest bidder wins. The funds raised can then be used for post-apocalyptic survival operations,” said a white male expert.

The president was somewhat excited, a slight smile playing on his lips; this guy's suggestion was the most reliable one at the moment.

Suddenly the phone rang. The president answered and was overjoyed to learn that the mummy had been destroyed.

"Great! The mummy is gone!"

"Your Excellency, aren't you surprised that pesticide sprayers could destroy mummies?" "Not surprised. I need to focus on more important matters now. You want an expert team, right? I have a room full of experts here, all of them the cream of the crop. I'll send them all over to you right away."

"That would be great."

The president hung up the phone and excitedly announced: "Gentlemen, great news! The doomsday crisis is over! We don't need to go to Britain! And there's even better news: we're all going to America. We've established a special planetary defense task force to specifically study this incident."

The experts left amidst cheers.

The president finally breathed a sigh of relief. He sat on the sofa and dialed the Supreme Court Justice's number: "Supreme Court Justice, the apocalypse crisis has been averted. Please come to my office immediately. We need to discuss how to prove my wife is a woman. Quickly! It's urgent!"

-

At the same time, the President of the United States also received the news.

After hanging up the phone, he asked the consultant next to him, "Is the operation complete?"

"Reporting to the President, the stock market bottom-fishing operation has been completed, and the prices of gold and silver have been driven to their highest points. Preparations for the launch of the new post-apocalyptic zombie cryptocurrency are complete. Once the gold and stocks are sold off, we can prepare to raise the price of the cryptocurrency."

"Very good. Have all the investors completed their preparations?"

"Everything is done. You can now declare the apocalypse over."

"Then let's hold a press conference."

The president stood up, and his advisors asked him questions.

"Your Excellency, if I may ask, didn't you say that even nuclear bombs couldn't deal with those mummies? How were they eliminated this time?"

“I don’t know, she just said it was a pesticide sprayer.”

"A pesticide sprayer? What kind of pesticide sprayer is more powerful than a nuclear bomb?"

The president shrugged: "I don't know, but we won again this time."

He smiled slightly, his orange-red face radiating confidence.

He was about to leave when the advisor stopped him.

“Wait a minute, Your Excellency, I think we should study this mysterious pesticide sprayer before the planetary defense research team. Nothing in this world should be beyond the control of the United States.”

"That makes sense. So, what about a press conference?"

"Let's postpone it by an hour."

The president immediately summoned his advisors to conduct an thorough investigation of the pesticide sprayer.

FBI Director Cash reported to the President: "Your Excellency, our thorough investigation has revealed that this pesticide sprayer belongs to a 62-year-old widowed rancher in Alabama named Tommy Steve."

"According to his description, he lives with his son and daughter-in-law. This morning, his son drove this pesticide sprayer to spray pesticides on the dairy cows. Is there a mistake in this part?"

"Never mind. In short, his son drove this pesticide sprayer out at around 9:04 this morning and never came back."

"The time the plane appeared in Egypt, converted to Alabama time, is 9:11 a.m.

"In other words, the plane took only seven minutes to cross the Atlantic and reach the Sinai Peninsula."

Seeing Director Cash's extremely serious expression, all the staff members and the president present exchanged bewildered glances.

The president, unable to contain himself, asked, "Are you serious?"

(End of this chapter)