"Damnit, can't you fly slower?" Trump's blonde hair flew wildly in the wind as he complained loudly.
The cockpit glass was a little leaky, and the wings were also shaking. It was a challenge even for the construction robots of Celestial Trade to repair this ancient plane. The robot even had to 3D print a few parts and made them look old. In the end, it even added two wooden external fuel tanks.
As for why the tanks had to be made out of wood, it was easy to understand.
"Sorry, Mr. President, if the engine speed can't keep up, we may fall down because of your weight." Although the admiral piloting the plane looked old too, his expression was rather calm.
"FU*K!"
Trump viciously gestured to him with a middle finger but was ignored by the latter with the same calm expression,
When they arrived in CA State, the fuel was exhausted.
Admiral Brien's superb piloting skills eventually landed this Mustang-P51 safely on farmland in the suburbs.
