My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

The sunshine at noon was particularly dazzling. After staring at the ceiling in a daze for a while, Ethan turned over and got up.

He opened the window and took a few deep breaths facing the lake, and he was in a good mood.

I was busy until midnight yesterday, and I can finally enjoy a paid holiday today.

He came to the living room barefoot, opened the refrigerator, took out a bottle of Coke and drank it. Then he kneaded the can into a ball and made a shooting posture. The Coke can slid in a perfect arc and fell into the trash can.

There was a knock on the door, and Ethan took the pepperoni pizza from the delivery boy, handed over the tip, and returned to the living room.

With a slice of pizza in his mouth, he picked up the remote control and turned on the TV, then lay down comfortably on the sofa.

On the TV, Spartacus was fighting hard in the arena. What made him a little unhappy was that the picture without subtitles looked a bit awkward.

After Ethan stayed at home for a day, he received a call from Alma in the evening.

Unfortunately, it was a short vacation, the DA's office investigation of the case had concluded, and Alma informed Ethan to come back to work tomorrow.

The next day, Ethan returned to the police station with several cups of coffee. After distributing the coffee, he got his duty list.

After joking with Alma while holding the duty list, Ethan checked the report records of the past two days through the front desk computer.

As usual, nothing unusual, just noise nuisance, traffic violations, fights and the like.

It doesn't matter even if someone reports the crime. There is no body, no shooting scene, and no witnesses. The Moody brothers are simply treated as missing.

After drinking his coffee, he put on his duty belt and went out to patrol.

At night, Ethan was chatting with Brock. There was a sound of horse hooves outside, and a carriage stopped outside the door.

An Amish man wearing a black hat and a full beard opened the door and walked in.

"Mr. Bowman, how can I help you?" Brock looked sideways at the person coming.

"Officer Brock." Bowman nodded to Brock and then looked at Hood, "Are you the new chief?"

"I'm just, what's the matter?"

Hood stood up to respond, and Brock crossed his arms and took a step back.

"There might be something going on at Yoder Farm tonight and my son said he saw someone organizing a party there and it didn't feel right to me."

"Is this a rave party?" Emmett quickly stood up from behind.

Bowman thought for a moment and replied: "Yes, my son Solomon was talking about the rave party. He saw those people preparing for it in the barn of Yoder Farm."

"Okay, we will take care of it. Ethan, please send Mr. Bowman out."

When Brock and Emmett heard the news, they walked nervously towards the equipment room. After seeing this, Hood warned Ethan, and followed him with a puzzled look on his face.

"Mr. Bowman, please come over here and thank you for coming to tell us about this."

"Officer, I hope only you know that I came here to report the crime."

After Bowman walked out of the door, he worriedly said to Ethan.

Ethan nodded, understanding very well his fear of retaliation. "You can just call me Ethan. Don't worry, we haven't seen you tonight."

"Thank you. By the way, this is my daughter, Rebecca."

After Bowman expressed his thanks, he introduced the woman standing next to the carriage to Ethan.

Rebecca, who was wearing traditional Amish clothing and a white headscarf, turned around and saw Ethan, a trace of panic flashed in her eyes.

Before Ethan could speak, she quickly leaned forward and said, "Good evening, nice to meet you, Officer Ethan."

Ethan suppressed a smile, pretended not to recognize her, and greeted her expressionlessly.

Under Bowman's urging, Rebecca winked at Ethan, then turned around and got in the car. When the carriage left, Ethan quickly returned to the police station.

In the equipment room, under the light, the table was filled with guns and bullets. Brock and the others were constantly loading bullets into the magazines.

"Why did you all take out your guns? Does anyone want to tell me what happened?"

Ethan stepped forward, took an empty magazine, and asked while loading bullets into it.

"These rave parties are highly organized and usually held for the purpose of selling meatballs."

Emmett repeated what he had just said, then slapped the magazine in his hand into the pistol.

"What do you think will happen at a party where someone sells meatballs?"

Brock then stuffed the gun into his holster and looked at Ethan.

"Usually by the time we get the news, the party has already ended and we have never been able to catch these traffickers. Now the opportunity has come."

Siobhan put the spare magazine into his belt and adjusted his soft body armor.

Ethan expressed his understanding. He was always fully loaded and did not need to prepare anything. He casually handed the pressed magazine to Hood, "Then what are we waiting for?"

After taking the magazine, Hood faced everyone's gaze, cleared his throat, and then said, "Let's go and get to work."

Soon, a group of them arrived outside the Yoder Farm. The police car was parked far away. In order not to alert the snake, the police lights and sirens were not turned on.

Ethan closed the car door, walked forward, and looked at the barn in front. Through the gaps in the barn, he could see the lights inside flashing crazily with the sound of music.

There were cars parked outside the barn, and two black men were standing guard at the door.

"What are your plans?"

"Let's just act. This place only has front and back doors. As long as we are careful, we should be able to handle it." Brock pulled out his gun.

"No, who knows how many teenagers are inside. If it causes panic and something happens, we will be in trouble."

Emmett shook his head in disapproval.

Hood impatiently took off his uniform jacket and put the police badge in his trouser pocket. "Needless to say, I will go in there myself. If I can find the main messenger and subdue him, I can control the scene without causing too much chaos." .”

"Wait a minute." Brock quickly stopped Hood. "The law requires you to identify yourself. What you are doing is illegal."

"Don't be so rigid when doing things. If you have any objections, call the police to arrest me." Hood slapped Brock's hand away, inserted the pistol into his waist, lifted up his T-shirt to cover it, and strode towards the barn. Go to the front door.

Brock wanted to say something else, but Hood was already gone.

I saw Hood walking to the front of the barn, and two men in black stopped him at the door. Hood suddenly attacked and knocked the two men unconscious with several heavy punches. After waving to them, he opened the front door and walked in. Went in.

Siobhan let out a soft cry and asked Brock in confusion: "Can we do this?"

"I don't know, you should call the police and catch him." Brock said angrily.

Although things did not go according to his direction, after Brock sighed, he still asked Emmett and Ethan to go around to the back door to guard it to prevent anyone from escaping.

He and Siobhan stayed at the front door, waiting for Hood's radio notification, ready for backup.