I put you in charge of the child, and you raised a monster!

As soon as Shen Ling'er said those words...

The cabin, which had just relaxed a little, tensed up again in an instant.

Zhao Lei was still adjusting his soaked trousers when he heard the words "there are still people who haven't been caught," and he froze on the spot.

"Teacher Ling'er."

His voice dropped eight octaves.

"Could you please not say that on the plane?"

Shen Ling'er glanced at him.

"Is that what you think I wanted to say?"

"If I don't say anything, you'll really think nothing's wrong."

Zhao Lei: "..."

Bai Sisi quickly hugged Zhao Mengmeng even tighter.

Yang Mi also looked down at her daughter, her voice very soft.

"Ling'er, are you sure?"

Shen Ling'er nodded.

"Sure."

"Those two uncles were fierce, but they didn't look in the direction of the cockpit the whole time."

"If they were truly the main hijackers, they would have kept checking to see if the people ahead of them had succeeded."

"They don't."

"This means they were only responsible for carrying the boxes; there were other people in front of them who were in charge of controlling the aircraft."

The technical lead turned pale.

He instinctively hugged the briefcase tightly.

Shen Ling'er frowned slightly when she saw his action.

"Uncle, you're hugging me tighter again."

The technical lead was stunned.

Shen Ling'er reminded him very seriously.

"Now that people know your suitcase is important, there's no use in holding on tighter."

"You should lower the box and hold it to your side, instead of holding it up to your chest."

"Hold it up to your chest, and everyone will know at a glance that this is your destiny."

Technical lead: "..."

Zhao Lei listened from the side with a complicated expression.

"Teacher Ling'er, are you even instructing me on how to hold a box now?"

Shen Ling'er said, "Because he held it so unprofessionally."

The technical lead looked embarrassed for a moment, but still did as Shen Ling'er said, slowly lowering the box from his chest to his lap.

Suddenly, a series of chaotic footsteps came from ahead.

A flight attendant exclaimed in a low voice at the front of the cabin.

Immediately afterwards, a man stepped out from behind the business class curtain.

He was dressed like an ordinary passenger, but his face showed none of the panic typical of passengers.

He was holding a flight attendant in his hand.

The flight attendant was deathly pale, with a small knife pressed against her neck.

Suddenly, someone in the cabin started crying again.

The man shouted something in English.

The translator turned pale.

He told everyone to stay still.

"He's taking his suitcase off the plane."

Zhao Lei's voice was dry.

"Getting off the plane?"

The translator swallowed hard.

"They should request that the plane be diverted and forced to land at a location they have arranged."

The directors in the back row were completely too afraid to speak.

The assistant director's water bottle was almost crushed in his hand.

He whispered to the director, "Director, could we please not count this part as a program mishap?"

The director turned pale.

Do you think now is the time to consider this?

Assistant Director: "..."

Shen Ling'er did not speak.

She looked at the man.

Look at his hands, look at his feet, look at the angle at which he grabs the flight attendant.

Then she suddenly sighed softly.

Zhao Lei was extremely nervous.

"Teacher Ling'er, why are you sighing?"

Shen Ling'er said, "He's a little more troublesome than those two uncles from before."

Zhao Lei almost burst into tears.

"Is this just a little troublesome?"

Shen Ling'er explained very seriously.

"Those two uncles were trying to take the box, so their eyes were drawn to it."

"This uncle is different."

"He knows things are already half lost, so he doesn't want to win now, he just wants to leave."

"People who want to leave are more nervous and more likely to do bad things."

Yang Mi's hands trembled slightly.

"What should we do then?"

Shen Ling'er looked ahead.

"Don't scare him."

"We can't let the adults rush in either."

"He has a hostage, so no matter how strong he is, it's useless. If he makes a mistake, that woman will get hurt."

Zhao Lei asked in a low voice, "So we can only watch?"

Shen Ling'er turned to look at him.

"Of course not."

Zhao Lei was taken aback.

Shen Ling'er pointed to the service counter near the curtain in front of her.

"There's juice, ice, plates, and napkins."

Zhao Lei looked bewildered.

"What can this do?"

Shen Ling'er spoke calmly.

"So that he can't see clearly."

"It will make his hand slip."

"It will make him lose his footing."

Zhao Lei: "..."

He suddenly realized that everything on the plane no longer served its original purpose in Shen Ling'er's eyes.

It's not water.

A blanket is not a blanket.

The food truck is not a food truck.

Even fruit juice is becoming dangerous.

The assailant slowly backed away, shouting in English as he told the technical supervisor to push the box over.

The technical lead was pale, but he didn't move.

The assailant's eyes hardened, and he brought the knife even closer.

The flight attendant burst into tears.

Another suppressed gasp filled the cabin.

Shen Ling'er suddenly spoke, saying something in Chinese.

"Uncle, please don't carry the box like that."

The technical lead was taken aback.

The assailant couldn't understand Chinese, but upon hearing the voice, he instinctively looked over.

Zhao Lei's heart almost stopped.

Yang Mi quickly pulled Shen Ling'er into his arms.

But Shen Ling'er didn't move.

She simply raised her small face, looked at the technical lead, and made herself even clearer.

"If you keep hesitating, he'll get more and more impatient."

"Push the box forward a little, but not too far."

"If you make him think he's about to get it, he'll look at the box more and at the woman less."

The technical lead paused for two seconds.

He looked at the crew security.

The security personnel made no obvious moves, but their expressions changed slightly.

The technical lead gritted his teeth, slowly placed the combination lock box in the aisle, and then gently pushed it forward with his foot.

The box slid a short distance down the aisle.

The thug's eyes indeed fell on the box.

He grabbed the flight attendant, backing away while trying to hook the suitcase over with his foot.

Shen Ling'er seized the opportunity and suddenly said to a flight attendant next to her:

"Sister, pour the orange juice on the floor."

The flight attendant was stunned.

Shen Ling'er continued:

"Don't splash it on him, splash it in front of his feet."

"He's grabbing people with one hand, holding a knife in the other, and using his foot to hook onto boxes. He doesn't look down to check the ground."

The flight attendant's face turned pale, but she still gritted her teeth and nodded.

Taking advantage of the robber's attention being focused on the box, she picked up a glass of orange juice next to her, her hand trembling as if she were startled.

Snapped.

The cup fell to the ground.

Orange juice was spilled all over the area.

The assailant suddenly looked up.

"Do not move!"

He had barely finished shouting when he stepped on orange juice.

The sole of my shoe slipped.

His body visibly swayed.

But he reacted quickly, grabbing the flight attendant to steady himself.

Shen Ling'er whispered, "It's not enough."

Zhao Lei looked at her nervously.

"What else do you want?"

Shen Ling'er pointed to a foreign boy sitting in the front row.

The little boy was holding a round, chubby soccer ball-shaped commemorative pillow; he had been too scared to move.

Shen Ling'er looked at the translator.

"Tell him to throw that ball into the aisle."

The translator was taken aback.

"Now?"

Shen Ling'er nodded.

"right."

"Don't throw things, just roll over there."

"His feet were already slippery; if he hits something round, he'll be even more unsteady."

The translator quickly repeated it in English.

The little boy's face turned pale, and he looked at his mother.

His mother was also terrified, but she still nodded gently.

The little boy, his hands trembling, pushed the soccer ball pillow he was holding into the aisle.

The cushion rolled away with a gurgle.

Just as the assailant managed to steady himself, his heel suddenly hit a pillow.

This wasn't a hard hit.

The angle is just right.

He completely lost his balance and unconsciously loosened his grip on the flight attendant's hand for a moment.

"Now!"

Shen Ling'er's voice wasn't loud, but it tightened everyone's nerves like a thread.

The flight crew security personnel, who had been waiting nearby, rushed forward and pulled the flight attendants away.

Another tall passenger collided with the assailant from the side, pinning him against the side of the seat.

The knife in the assailant's hand fell to the ground.

Chen Hao reacted quickly, grabbing a plate and slamming it onto the knife.

Zhao Lei was stunned.

"Chen Hao, you're too fast!"

Chen Hao himself was also taken aback.

"I don't know either, I just felt that I couldn't let him pick it up again."

Shen Ling'er nodded.

"That's a good response."

Chen Hao was momentarily flattered.

"Thank you for the compliment, Teacher Ling'er?"

Zhao Lei immediately objected.

"And what about me? I tried my best to subdue the thug!"

Shen Ling'er looked at him.

"You were like a sack of rice just now."

Zhao Lei: "..."

The cabin was initially tense, but upon hearing this, many people burst out laughing.

Bai Sisi felt like crying and laughing at the same time.

"Ling'er, that's a really harsh analogy."

Shen Ling'er added earnestly:

"But this bag of rice is very useful."

Zhao Lei immediately straightened his chest.

"That's enough!"

"I'm like a useful bag of rice today!"

Everyone: "..."

Yang Mi held Shen Ling'er tightly, and only then did he finally catch his breath.

She looked down at her daughter, her eyes still red.

"Ling'er, next time something like this happens..."

Shen Ling'er immediately replied:

There will be no next time.

Yang Mi was taken aback.

Shen Ling'er raised her head and said very seriously:

"Mom, I know you're scared."

"It's not that I'm not afraid."

"But that woman was just caught. If everyone stays put, she'll be in even more danger."

"I didn't rush over, nor did I try to be reckless. I just let the people who could help act at the most opportune moment."

Yang Mi felt a pang of sadness in his heart upon hearing this.

She stroked her daughter's little head and gently hugged her.

"Mom knows."

"But Mom is still scared."

Shen Ling'er pressed her small face against Yang Mi's chest, her voice a little softer.

"Then I'll tell you earlier next time, so you'll be less afraid."

Yang Mi's eyes reddened even more.

"You."

Shortly after, the captain's announcement came on again.

This time, his voice was noticeably more stable than before.

"Passengers, the dangerous individual has been brought under control by the crew and passengers."

"The aircraft will make an emergency landing at the nearest safe location in accordance with the safety plan."

"Please remain seated and cooperate with the crew."

The broadcast ended.

Finally, a suppressed cry and applause filled the cabin.

Some foreign passengers turned their heads and looked at where Shen Ling'er was.

They didn't know the name of this little girl from the Dragon Kingdom.

I didn't fully understand the Chinese I just heard.

But they could tell.

She arranged the most crucial actions.

The rescued flight attendant walked over crying, knelt down in front of Shen Ling'er, and said in trembling Chinese:

"Thank you."