After the nuclear war, ruins stretch across the landscape in the apocalypse. If you accidentally survived on the wasteland, then you must be ready to face the endless hunger, ceaseless dangers, the mad zombies at night, and the peculiar mutant creatures that are the aftermath of constant radiation. But for Jiang Chen, this place is heaven. Mansions standing tall, luxurious cars parked on the street, high tech products and gold abandoned everywhere. What? You were the president of a game development company before the war? You were responsible for the development of the 3D virtual reality online multiplayer game? Well, that’s great, why don’t you come work for me. Your salary is two pieces of bread a day. iPhone? Ultra thin design? Don’t you see that the phone I invented is thinner than a condom? Aircraft carrier? Fighter jets? Oh, I have those things as well, but they are designed for space combat. Watch the story of Jiang Chen, who possesses the ability to travel through space and time, as he witnesses the creation of an empire stretched across space and time...
"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.