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.

and Mila got out of the car at the same time. Phoebe pointed the gun at the men who were approaching them. All of them froze when they

herself and

second thought. The gun went off with a muffled bang. She quickly

spread among the men. They ducked and scrambled in opposite directions, seeking refuge in nearby cars. Soon, a strange odor began

the men behind the wheels of the front and back cars revved their engines and

a loud bang and their car was smashed to pieces. Mila crawled underneath

out of the car to make a phone call. "They've

the remaining bad guys. They wouldn't have a chance to escape if the ones

of black leather shoes ahead. Her heart pounded and she held her breath as she watched them

thinking about what

Suddenly, the man crouched down. His iron rod hit the ground with a thud and his eyes met hers. The

and asked in a wicked tone,

shrank back in fear. When the man grabbed her clothes, she cried,