My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 11 Rave Party
The noon sun was particularly glaring, Ethan stared at the ceiling in a daze for a while, then turned over and got up.

Opening the window and taking a few deep breaths facing the lake, he was in a good mood.

I worked till midnight yesterday, and today I can finally enjoy a paid vacation.

Barefoot came to the living room, opened the refrigerator, took out a bottle of Coke and gulped it up, kneaded the can into a ball, and made a shooting pose. The Coke can slid out of 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 man, handed over the tip, and returned to the living room.

With a slice of pizza in his mouth, he picked up the remote to turn on the TV, and lay down comfortably on the couch.

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

After Ethan stayed at home for a day, he received a call from Alma at night.

Unfortunately, this is a short vacation, and the investigation of the case by the District Attorney's Office has ended, and Alma informs Ethan to let him come back to work tomorrow.

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

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

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

It doesn't matter even if someone reports the crime, there is no body, no shooting scene, no witnesses, just treat the Moody brothers as missing.

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

It was night, and Ethan was chatting with Brock, when there was a sound of horseshoes outside, and a carriage stopped outside the door.

A bearded Amish man in a black cap walked in through the door.

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

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

"I am, 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 it didn't feel right to me seeing someone throwing a party there."

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

After thinking for a while, Bowman replied: "Yes, what my son Solomon mentioned was the rave party. He saw those people preparing for it in the barn at Yoder Farm."

"Okay, we will deal with it, Ethan, please send Mr. Bowman out."

When Brock and Emmett heard the news, they walked nervously towards the equipment room. After Hood saw this and told Ethan, he also followed with a puzzled expression.

"Mr. Bowman, this way please, thank you for coming to tell us about this."

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

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

Ethan nodded, fully understanding his fear of being retaliated, "You can call me Ethan, please rest assured, we haven't seen you tonight."

"Thanks, by the way, this is my daughter, Rebecca."

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

Rebecca, who was wearing traditional Amish clothing and a white turban, turned around and saw Ethan with a look of panic in her eyes.

Before Ethan could speak, she hurriedly bowed and said, "Good evening, nice to meet you, Officer Ethan."

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

Under Bowman's urging, Rebecca blinked at Ethan, then turned around and got into the carriage. After the carriage left, Ethan hurried back to the police station.

In the equipment room, under the light, the table was full of guns and bullets. Brock and the others were constantly pressing bullets into the magazines.

"Why do you all have your guns out, would anyone care to tell me what happened?"

Ethan stepped forward, took an empty magazine, and asked while pressing 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, and then slapped the magazine in his hand into the pistol.

"At a party where someone organizes meatballs, what do you think will happen?"

Brock then holstered the gun and looked at Ethan.

"Usually by the time we get the news, the party is over and we have been unable to catch these traffickers. Now is our chance."

Siobhan put the spare magazine in his belt and straightened his soft body armor.

Ethan expressed understanding that he was fully loaded at any time, and he didn't need to prepare anything, so he handed the pressed magazine to Hood, "Then what are we waiting for?"

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

Soon, a group of them came to the outside of Yoder Farm. The police car was parked far away. In order not to startle the enemy, the police lights and siren were not turned on.

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

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

"Do you have any plans?"

"Let's act directly. There are only front and rear doors in this place. As long as you are careful, a few of us should be able to handle it." Brock pulled out his gun.

"No, who knows how many teenagers are in there, if there's a panic and something happens, we'll be in trouble."

Emmett shook his head in disapproval.

Hood took off his uniform jacket impatiently, and put the police badge in his trouser pocket, "Needless to say, I will go in by 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 hurriedly stopped Hood, "The law requires you to reveal your identity, and you are not in compliance with the regulations."

"Don't do things so rigidly. If you have any objections, call the police to arrest me." Hood slapped Brock's hand away, stuck the pistol in his lower back, lifted his T-shirt to cover it, and strode towards the barn Go to the front door.

Brock wanted to say something more, but Hood had already walked away.

I saw Hood walking to the front of the barn, and two men in black at the door stopped him. Hood suddenly attacked and knocked out the two men in black with a few heavy punches. After beckoning to them, he opened the front door swaggeringly walked in.

Siobhan let out a soft cry and asked Brock puzzled, "Can we do this?"

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

Although things were not going in his own direction, after Brock sighed, he asked Emmett and Ethan to go around the back door to guard to prevent anyone from escaping.

He and Siobhan stayed at the front door and waited for Hood to radio, ready to help.

(End of this chapter)