NASA panics after detecting

A homeless boy named Tyler Reed created a frantic scene at JFK airport, shouting, “Don’t get on the plane! It’s going to explode!” His urgent warning was directed at passengers about to board a flight.

Edward Carter, a Manhattan venture capitalist, was among those preparing to board. He heard the child’s trembling voice, which powerfully reminded him of his own son, and he decided to take the warning seriously.

Tyler explained that while he had been scavenging for food near the aircraft, he had noticed a suspicious box being loaded into the cargo hold. Despite initial hesitation from security officers, Edward insisted that the plane be thoroughly checked.

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