Sitting in the cockpit, the small hand gripping the steering wheel was white with effort. His eyes were fixed on the vortex, a look of fear etched on his face, but his missing lips still muttered curses incessantly.,"You damn bastards! You incompetent fools! You said the plane was modified, what a load of crap! What kind of wings are these They'd break in a gale! Are they made of paper! You knew I was coming here to explore the Bermuda Triangle and you gave me this junk! If I survive this, I swear on my life, I'll have your heads! ",The eagle knelt on one knee, his eyes wide as saucers, staring with a ghostly expression, and diligently trying to process his master's words.。