"I think I've got a pretty good idea of the situation." Captain Zhang handed the phone back to Ruan Qi. As he turned his head, his eyes inadvertently fell on the scattered gun parts on the floor.
His gaze paused, "These parts are..."
"I dismantled it." Ruan Qi answered obediently, "He wanted to shoot Mr. Qiu, so I subdued him and then took the gun apart."
The way the young girl spoke was particularly understated, as if she hadn't dismantled a gun, but was rather dealing with an ordinary toy.
After hearing her description, Captain Zhang felt incredibly conflicted.
Ruan Qi was only a few years older than his daughter. She seemed so well-behaved that it was really hard for him to associate her with doing something as bold as dismantling a gun.
However, remembering her heroic act of dismantling a gun bare-handed on a plane... dismantling a gun didn't seem so hard to accept.
