"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 crippled plane dove toward the vortex. The vortex's endless suction seemed to mock the little plane's audacity. With a boom, torrential rain lashed down, like the final straw on the plane. Pulled by the vortex above and crushed by the weight of the rain below, the plane spun a few times before being swallowed whole. In the vast blue sky that resembled inky seawater, it tossed about for a moment before vanishing without a trace.,Red eyes! It's red eyes! What kind of monster is this Or did it get sick!。