The Plane War Begins from Wandering Earth

Chapter 67 067. Mike Grady

Mike Grady gasped and cranked the tractor engine handle in his hand.

It was not until a rhythmic "thump thump" sound was heard, accompanied by wisps of black smoke coming out of the tractor, that this agricultural machinery, which was older than him, finally temporarily regained its vitality.

"Very good, 'Stubble Mike', if this tractor can really run successfully for two weeks as you said, then I will allow you not to participate in farm work every day..."

The head of the agricultural production team patted the still vibrating tractor engine with satisfaction and threw a plastic bag full of medicine boxes to Mike Grady.

Mike fumbled around in it anxiously and found the medical aerosol spray he urgently needed.

He sprayed it three times into his throat, and finally he stopped the coughing sound from his hoarse throat that was leaking like a bellows.

It was not until the head of the agricultural production team drove away on his tractor that Mike Grady finally sat down on the edge of the field, staring in a daze at the wheat fields that flooded his vision.

A year ago, he was an ambitious PhD graduate in electrical engineering from Imperial College.

He was full of ambitions, having just received a targeted training position from the internationally renowned chaebol group, Umbrella Corporation.

However, who could have imagined that a biochemical crisis sweeping the world would completely destroy everything.

In just one month, this thing called T virus turned most of the people he knew into zombies.

In panic, he followed the fleeing crowd and went to an officially designated refugee camp in Northern Europe to seek asylum.

However, the escalating zombie crisis, the increasingly urgent food and medical resources in the refugee camps, and the conflicts between the survivors and the armed guards are becoming increasingly out of control.

Eventually, the refugee camp completely collapsed under the double blow of natural disasters and man-made disasters.

Fortunately, Mike joined a group of survivors and successfully avoided becoming food for the zombies.

But due to his thin body and bronchial disease, he could not become a qualified "Doomsday Warrior".

In the survivor team, they can only become the lowest level refugees, relying on doing dirty work for the survivor warriors, or even acting as human bait to attract the attention of the zombies, in order to gain shelter.

This kind of fearful and uncertain life lasted for more than three months, and finally one day, all the creatures infected by the T virus died overnight.

Before Mike had time to rejoice, he found that his situation had not really improved.

The zombies are indeed gone, but the fighting between the survivor gangs has become more intense.

They fight for territory, women, food, medicine, guns, ammunition and transport vehicles...

No group of survivors was willing to settle down to build, farm and rebuild their homes.

Even if such a "peaceful survivor group" exists, it will be immediately attacked by other "predator" groups.

Mike Grady was despairing.

He survived until the zombies disappeared and thought that the world would be able to return to civilization. However, he did not expect that after losing the official order, the fighting between human survivors in the "post-virus wasteland era" would become even bloodier and more extreme.

Just as he was falling into despair about the future and preparing to put an end to his doomed miserable life, an elite armed force of the Umbrella Corporation attacked the survivor camp where he was.

The moment he saw the "Umbrella" logo, Mike Grady was extremely excited. He believed that a giant multinational conglomerate like Umbrella Corporation would be the most powerful and civilized force in the "post-viral wasteland era".

There, one can get the treatment one deserves in the civilized world.

As expected, the "Umbrella Elite Force" easily swept away the armed forces in his survivor camp.

Soon, Mike was dragged in front of a fierce-looking Mexican man.

Mike's thin body and bronchial disease aggravated by long-term oppression made him mistaken for a "tuberculosis patient." The Mexican glanced at him with disdain and had him taken away without even asking any questions.

Even though Mike struggled to take out his work badge that read "Intern Electrical Engineer at Umbrella Corporation" from his chest, he wanted to prove that he and the other party were actually in the same group.

But what he waited for was a merciless and fierce hit from the "umbrella militants" on the opposite side with the butt of a gun.

Half an hour later, Mike woke up from the knock.

They learned from their companions that a powerful armed force called the UEG United Government had just defeated the "Umbrella Armed Forces" and successfully rescued them.

For a moment, Mike Grady didn't know whether he should be thankful for what happened to him.

Soon, Mike and his companions were transferred to the African continent.

Here, you don’t have to worry about being harmed by brutal “predator” gangs, nor do you have to worry about not having enough food to eat.

Although the nutritional paste provided by the UEG coalition government is not delicious, at least it will not let Mike starve to death.

As for safety issues...

Although the United Nations government has repeatedly claimed that the Umbrella armed forces are still plaguing the world, since Mike Grady entered the African continent, he has never found any armed forces other than the United Nations government forces.

But this does not mean that life on the African continent is getting better.

The coalition government emphasizes agricultural production issues every day.

All manpower must be devoted to agricultural production on the African continent.

In the team Mike was assigned to, there was a fifty-year-old Eastern European farmer who could only spell his own name. He was hastily appointed by the coalition government as the head of an agricultural production team of more than 100 people, including Mike, simply because he had thirty years of experience in agricultural production.

I heard that the coalition government even arranged a blind date for this 50-year-old Eastern European man because of this "autumn harvest"...

Mike found it hard to understand why the coalition government treated agricultural production workers so favorably.

This is definitely not a good thing for him.

He was thin and suffered from bronchial disease. When it came to agricultural production tasks, he was even worse than a child laborer.

The fifty-year-old Eastern European man threatened more than once to remove him, the "rotten apple", from his production team.

Later, by chance, Mike discovered a damaged tractor engine.

Relying on his knowledge and experience as a PhD in electrical engineering, he spent several days and finally repaired the engine on his own.

The fifty-year-old Eastern European man's attitude towards her suddenly changed 180 degrees.

Not only did she stop complaining about him being a loser, she even found ways to help him get medicine that was far more expensive than the nutritional cream.

Mike pinched the land beneath him, feeling the earthy smell of the slightly moist soil in his hands.

I thought that as a PhD in electrical engineering, I would probably have to deal with land for the rest of my life.

He returned to the production team dormitory and was just about to go to the warehouse to see if there were any materials or equipment that could be recycled.

A leaflet notice posted on the door cheered him up.

[Gabon base recruits large-scale professional talents]

(End of this chapter)