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.

Phoebe pointed the gun at the

and

so without a second thought. The gun went off with a muffled bang. She

were fired, panic spread among the men. They ducked and scrambled in opposite directions, seeking refuge in nearby cars. Soon, a strange odor began to fill the parking

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

a loud bang and their car was smashed

a phone

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

held her breath as she watched them

was thinking about what to

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

and asked in a wicked tone, "Hottie, do you still think

When the man grabbed her clothes,