The midday sun was particularly harsh, and Ethan looked at the ceiling for a moment before turning over and getting up.

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

Yesterday I was busy until the middle of the night, and today I can finally enjoy a paid vacation.

Came to the living room barefoot, opened the refrigerator and took out a bottle of Coke, drank it all, kneaded the can into a ball, made a shooting pose, and 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 control to turn on the TV, and lay back comfortably on the couch.

On TV, Spartacus is trying to fight in the arena, and to his slight displeasure, the picture without subtitles looks a little awkward.

Ethan had been at home for a day when he received a call from Alma in the evening.

Unfortunately, it was a short vacation, the District Attorney's Office's investigation into the case was over, and Alma informed Ethan to let him return to work tomorrow.

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

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

As usual, there is nothing abnormal, just some noise disturbing people, traffic violations, fights and brawls.

It doesn't matter if someone reports the crime, there is no body, no shooting scene, no eyewitnesses, and the Moody's brothers are treated as missing.

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

In the evening, Ethan was chatting with Brock when there was a sound of horses' hooves outside and a carriage stopped outside the door.

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

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

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

"I just, what's the matter?"

Hood stood up in response, and Brock curtled with his hands on his chest and took a step back.

"There's probably going to be something going on at Yode Farm tonight and my son said I didn't feel right to see someone running a party there."

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

Bowman pondered for a moment and replied, "Yes, my son Solomon was referring to the rave party, and he saw that those people were preparing in the barn of Yod's farm. ”

"Okay, we'll take care of it, Ethan, you can send Mr. Bowman out."

When Brock and Emmett heard the news, they nervously walked to the equipment room, and Hood followed with a puzzled look after telling Ethan.

"Mr. Bowman, please, thank you for coming and telling us about it."

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

Bowman walked out the door and said to Ethan worriedly.

Ethan nodded, understanding his fear of retaliation, "It's okay if you call me Ethan, don't worry, we haven't seen you tonight." ”

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

Bowman thanked him and introduced Ethan to the woman standing next to the carriage.

Rebecca, dressed in traditional Amish dress and wearing a white turban, turned around and saw Ethan, her eyes flashing with a hint of panic.

Before Ethan could speak, she hurriedly bowed and said, "Good evening, it's a pleasure to meet you, Officer Ethan." ”

Ethan forced a smile and pretended not to know, and greeted her with a blank face.

At Bowman's urging, Rebecca winked at Ethan, then turned to get into the car, and when the carriage left, Ethan hurriedly returned to the police station.

In the equipment room, under the illumination of the lights, the table was full of guns and bullets, and the Brock people were constantly pressing bullets into the magazine.

"Why did you all get your guns out, would anyone like to tell me what happened?"

Ethan stepped forward, took an empty magazine, and asked as he pressed the bullet into it.

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

Emmett repeated what he had just said, and slapped the magazine into his pistol.

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

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

"Usually when we get the news, the party is over, and we haven't been able to catch these traffickers, and now here's our chance."

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

Ethan said that he understood that he was fully loaded at any time and did not need to prepare anything, so he casually handed the pressed magazine to Hood, "Then what are we waiting for?" ”

Taking the magazine, Hood cleared his throat in the face of everyone's gaze, and then said, "Let's go, get to work." ”

Soon, the group came to the outside of Yode Farm, the police car was parked far away, and the police lights and sirens were not turned on in order not to startle the snakes.

Ethan closed the door and stepped forward, looking at the barn in front of him, and through the gap in the barn, he could see the lights flickering wildly with the music.

Outside the barn, there were cars parked, and two black men were standing guard at the door.

"Do you have any plans?"

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

"No, who knows how many teenagers are in it, if it causes panic and something happens, we're in trouble."

Emmett shook his head in opposition.

Hood impatiently took off his uniform jacket and put the police badge in his trouser pocket, "Needless to say, I'll touch it myself, if I can find the main messenger and subdue him, I can control the scene without creating too much chaos." ”

"Wait a minute," Brock hurriedly stopped Hood, "the law requires you to identify yourself, and it's not in compliance with you to do so." ”

"Don't be so rigid in doing things, if you have an opinion, call the police to arrest me." Hood slapped Brock's hand away, stuck the pistol in his waist, lifted his T-shirt to cover it, and strode towards the barn front door.

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

I saw Hood walk to the front of the barn, two men in black stopped him at the door, Hood suddenly attacked, knocked the two men in black unconscious with a few heavy punches, and after waving to them, he opened the front door and swaggered in.

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

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

Although things don't go their way, Brock sighs and tells Emmett and Ethan to go around the back door to guard against anyone escaping.

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