Anai and Mowen were sandwiched among the overcrowded hostages and fed them one by one.
The airport chef makes the simplest porridge and quick bread.
Bread was easy to feed, but porridge was difficult. Anai was responsible for feeding porridge to each hostage. He was very careful and ensured that every hostage could drink warm and delicious porridge.
Especially for the elderly and children, he showed more patience, "Do you still want to drink?" While the watching terrorists were not paying attention, Anai added another spoonful of hot porridge to the bowl, then squatted down and asked.
An old lady with gray hair.
The old lady was very resistant to Anai's arrival at first, but later, when she received the kindness and consideration from Anai, she relaxed her guard and became polite to Anai.
"Drink a little more." The old man had been thirsty all day. She could give the bread to the young man, but she had to drink the porridge...
Anai patiently fed the old woman and even wiped her lips before turning to the next hostage.
The hostage was a **-year-old girl who looked very bad. Her originally beautifully combed braids were messed up and covered her face. When she saw the porridge bowl in Anai's hand, she was still crying in fear. She was very small.
She cried loudly, her face stained with tears, and Anai felt so weak.
For some reason, the first time he saw the little girl, he thought she was his sister A Miao.
A Miao is also at the same age, very well-behaved and sensible, and has the best relationship with him. Every time she sees him coming back from school from a distance, she will happily call her brother or Anai and throw herself into his arms.
"Brother...will you...kill me?" the little girl asked him sobbing...
Anai's eyes were full of emotion, a deep affection that only he could experience. He stroked the little girl's hair and whispered: "No. No one will kill you."
Anai's voice was very soft and had the power to calm people's hearts. The little girl stared at him and seemed to have forgotten about the sadness and fear for a moment. Instead, she drank half a bowl of warm porridge with Anai's hand.
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After the food was eaten, the little girl's complexion improved a lot. She looked around and said to Anai in a very small voice: "Brother, I know you are different from them. I tell you, you will get off the plane as soon as possible.
Stop here, we will rise up and resist."
Anai was shocked, but his face still maintained the same expression as before. He deliberately shouted: "I'll feed you a little more, and stop making noise."
He filled the porridge, got close to the little girl, fed her slowly, and asked, "You want to run away?"
The little girl nodded and whispered: "Yes. We all listened to the uncle captain at the back. He said to eat first. When you are full, wait for his order."
When Anai turned to the next hostage, he touched the little girl's hair gratefully and said, "Thank you, we will definitely succeed."
The little girl smiled sweetly at him.
Anai soon came to the captain.
You can immediately guess that this handsome-looking middle-aged man is the captain. On the one hand, he is wearing the uniform of the airline, and on the other hand, almost all the hostages will glance at him expectantly from time to time.
"I don't drink porridge or eat bread. Please leave!" The captain refused to feed him. He turned his face to one side and stared angrily at those bastards with guns.
Anai still filled the porridge, carried it over carefully, and persuaded in a low voice: "Drink some, didn't you let others eat, why don't you eat yourself? Don't you want to escape with more strength?
"
Anai's voice was very low, so low that only the captain could hear it.
The captain suddenly turned his head, his lips were slightly open, and he looked very surprised. However, he quickly calmed down, "Who told you?"
"You drink it first, and I'll tell you later." Anai raised the bowl in his hand.
The captain was very cooperative this time. Anai waited for him to finish drinking, then asked for two more pieces of bread from Mo Wen, and fed them to the captain bit by bit.
"Next, listen to me."
The captain's mouth was full of food and he could only blink his eyes in agreement.
"It's best to cancel the operation. Because that woman has explosives tied to her body. She can die with you at any time, so it's better not to take risks. In addition, I have good news for you, that is, the Chinese ** team is coming to rescue you.
Yes, this is what their leader said to the woman himself.
So, you don’t need to be anxious, you just need to wait with peace of mind..." After Anai said this, he quickly stuffed the bread into the mouth of the shocked captain, and shouted: "Are you so hungry? After eating one, you are still alive.
Yes!! Okay... Okay... for the sake of your size, I'll give you another one!"
"You have to believe that everything I say is true, because, like you, I don't want to stay in this hellish place on earth!" Anai said sincerely.
At this moment, the captain had almost accepted the reality that female terrorists were carrying explosives. He broke out in a cold sweat. If it hadn't been for the reminder from this seemingly mediocre but actually shrewd little devil, he might have led to an irreversible disaster.
What a tragedy.
I can't tell you how I feel about Anai, but the captain knows very well that this kid in the Allied uniform is not a crazy militant. Like all the hostages on the plane, he yearns for peace.
Peaceful life...
Sometimes, trust is built simply like this...
The captain was the last hostage to be fed. Anai deliberately delayed for a while before standing up. He turned his back to the vicious terrorists and blinked at the captain, silently reminding him that the rope had been untied.
, that’s all he can help..
The captain watched Anai and Mowen leave with a complicated expression.
They were dragging empty buckets, and their backs looked quite tragic.
At this moment, the terrorist in charge of the guard suddenly shouted to his companions in the cabin: "What's going on! Why did the Allied Forces withdraw!!"
"Don't talk nonsense! Okay, why are they evacuating!" The companion glared at the man at the port window.
"It's true! It's true! Come and see! Military vehicles are carrying many people away, oh, my God, a plane has also moved!!" The man's voice almost changed the tone due to excessive shock.
This time, his companion did not dare to be perfunctory. He picked up the gun and walked to the nearest porthole and looked out...
Then, as if he had been given a dose of stiffening agent, he stared straight at the chaotic scene outside, with his mouth open, unable to make a sound for a long time.
After a while, "It's not good! It's not good! It's not good!! Command!! It's not good! The Kongka rebels are going to escape!"