The Wrong Woman

Mila handed Phoebe something that looked like a gun and said, "Here, take it."

"A gun? Isn't that risky?" Phoebe was startled. She knew that it was against the law to own a gun in Norvania, and using one to hurt someone could result in the death penalty.

Mila gave Phoebe a special mask and explained, "No bullets are in this gun. It's a chemical weapon I made and it's filled with ether, an anesthetic used on patients. It won't hurt anyone when it hits. "The ether would spread through the air as soon as it was fired. Breathing even a little can make someone pass out."

Phoebe looked at the weapon, then at Mila in awe. "Mila, you're amazing."

Mila put on her mask and warned, "Be careful using it. After firing, hold your breath for 20 seconds so you don't breathe it in."

"Got it," Phoebe said as she watched the men approach.

of the car at the same time. Phoebe pointed the gun at the men who were approaching

herself and ordered, "Phoebe,

thought. The gun went off with a muffled bang. She quickly turned around and

and scrambled in opposite directions, seeking

more than a dozen burly men collapsed, the men behind the wheels of the front and back cars revved

and Phoebe quickly swerved to the cars on either side. There was a loud bang and their car was smashed to pieces. Mila

of the car to make a phone call. "They've got chemical weapons. Send more people and get them to

Phoebe could use the gun to deal with the remaining bad guys. They wouldn't have a chance to escape

a pair of black leather shoes ahead. Her heart pounded and she held her breath

was thinking about

down. His iron rod hit the ground with a thud and his eyes met hers. The man's menacing expression froze Mila in

tone, "Hottie, do you still think

in fear. When the man