My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Waving away the mosquitoes surrounding them, Ethan and Emmett touched the back door one after another.

Turning the corner, I saw that the back door was only guarded by a man in a black shirt. He kept flicking his fingers around the screen of his phone, showing a lewd smile.

Ethan signaled to Emmett, put the gun back into its holster, and approached from the side with a gentle pace.

Emmett looked around, gun in hand, wary.

When he was still a few meters away from the door, the guard heard footsteps and looked up at Ethan, but it was too late to issue any warning.

The moment he raised his head, Ethan accelerated and rushed over, hitting the guard in the ear with a pendulum.

The phone slipped quietly from the guard's hand, and the battle was raging on the screen.

Ethan took out the handcuffs from his belt and cuffed the unconscious guard. Emmett also ran over in small steps. The two of them stood guard at the back door, waiting for Hood to issue a notice of action.

"You really don't act like a rookie." Emmett looked at Ethan.

"Who knows, maybe I have a talent for this."

Ethan grabbed a piece of grass, put the stalk into his mouth and bit it slowly, pressed his hand on the wooden door that was shaking slightly from the noise, and prepared to go in.

"There's something wrong inside. Call an ambulance and come in quickly to control the situation."

Before long, the radio on his shoulder rang, and Hood's voice came out from the loud music.

Ethan and Emmett looked at each other, opened the back door and rushed in.

Even though he was mentally prepared, Ethan's whole body was shaken the moment he entered.

The sound blasted from the speakers made his heart beat faster, and he could feel his hair vibrating with the music.

The barn was packed with young people dressed in fashionable and cool clothes. Men and women were waving colorful light sticks and beating wildly to the music.

Ethan looked at Emmett. Emmett shouted at him with his mouth open, but his voice was drowned in the sound wave and could not be transmitted at all. He had no choice but to point to the equipment next to the DJ booth.

Ethan made a sign of receipt, quickly walked to the DJ booth, glanced around, grabbed a few wires and pulled them out hard.

After unplugging the power cord, the barn instantly became quiet, but there were still many people who were clearly on drugs and were still shaking their heads.

Brock and Siobhan had already come in through the front door. When they heard the music stop, Brock immediately turned on the loudspeaker in his hand and shouted loudly into the barn:

"We are the Banshee Town Police Department. Everyone inside, please do not move around and please accept the inspection in an orderly manner."

As soon as he finished speaking, someone in the crowd raised a hand with a gun, pointed it at the ceiling and started firing "bang bang bang".

As gunfire rang out, the crowd exploded and screams broke out.

Some people skillfully squatted on the spot with their heads in their hands, while others tried to run outside in panic. The scene suddenly became a mess.

The traffickers who organized the party would also shoot at the ceiling from time to time, hoping to create more chaos and take the opportunity to escape.

Ethan pushed through the running crowd and wanted to catch up, but was discovered by a man in a suit. He picked up a pistol, pointed it at Ethan and shot him.

"Is this Hansen?" Ethan quickly hid behind a pillar.

The bullet hit the pillar and splashed a cloud of sawdust. Ethan felt a sting in his ears, and the people around him fell to the ground in fright.

"Unrelated personnel, all lie down on the ground and don't move." Siobhan tried to control the situation.

Ethan breathed heavily and glanced at the bullet holes on the pillar, then reached out and touched his ears. He breathed a sigh of relief. The ears were still there, but there was still some blood on his hands.

"Ethan, are you okay?" Brock ran to him to check and said, "It's just a scratch, a few wooden thorns."

"I'm fine. I'll deal with it later. You go help Siobhan."

Ethan pushed Brock away, wiped off the sweat on his hands due to nervousness, gripped his Glock 17 and chased out quickly.

Several dealers hurriedly got out of the gap in the wooden wall, and Hood ran over from the side. Together, they fired at the dealers in front.

From time to time, the dealers turned around and shot back, then fled in all directions. In the panic, one of the dealers missed his step and fell into the pond behind the barn.

Hood threw away the empty gun in his hand, flew forward, and the two of them struggled in the pond.

Ethan did not stop to support him, passed Hood, spotted Hansen and chased after him.

"Just shoot me, right?"

"Bang bang bang"

Although his head was horribly low when running fast, Ethan kept firing due to his large ammunition capacity.

A scream sounded, and Hansen clutched his thigh and fell to the ground.

Hansen resisted the pain and crawled towards the pistol that fell aside. Ethan quickly rushed behind him, stepped on his hand that wanted to touch the gun, and stabbed his stomach with his right foot like lightning.

Hansen suddenly felt as if he had been electrocuted. He rolled over suddenly, veins popped up on his forehead, his mouth opened wide, and his tongue trembled wildly, but he couldn't howl out.

"Forget it, let me help you." Seeing how uncomfortable he was, Ethan leaned over and turned him over, grabbed his arm and gave it a squeeze.

With a crisp "click" sound, Hansen finally howled out, with tears and runny nose streaming down his face.

After Ethan put the handcuffs on him, he patted the wound on Hansen's thigh.

"Look, it feels better if you call me out. You don't need to thank me."

"Fake, you can't do this. I'm going to ask a lawyer to sue you until you go bankrupt."

"No problem, I believe you have a chance."

Hearing several more gunshots from behind, Ethan quickly wiped the blood from his hands on the grass, picked up Hansen and walked back.

"Don't shoot, it's me."

Seeing Emmet standing nervously beside the pond, Ethan shouted loudly.

Hearing a familiar voice, Emmett lowered his gun.

"what happened?"

"This man ran back to save people, but I stopped him." Emmett checked the people on the ground and saw that he could only vent his anger.

Hood also pushed away the corpse that had just been used as a shield. He was almost killed with a carbine.

"This guy seemed to be in charge, and I caught him."

He pushed Hansen to Emmett, then reached out to pull Hood up from the pond.

Returning to the barn, looking at the mess inside, Ethan found a break, walked outside and lit a cigarette.

After smoking, Ethan struggled to drag the body in the pond ashore.

Just then, Tifa and her friend Beatty walked out of the barn, followed by Hood and Brock, who were arguing about something.

He really didn't like this little girl at all. Ethan waited until Hood drove away before coming to Brock's side.

"Can you believe it? He just beat a handcuffed suspect in front of a dozen people."

Brock waved his arms excitedly: "He'll get us all into trouble if he does this."

"Okay, don't take it to heart. He'll be responsible for any problems, right?" He won't be surprised by anything Hood does. Ethan patted Brock on the shoulder, "Let's go, there are a lot of things to do." Gotta do it.”

In the evening, after returning to his residence and taking a shower, Ethan wiped his wet hair with a towel and came to the living room and found a business card.

The towel rubbed against his ear, and there was still a burning pain. Regardless of the fact that it was already late at night, Ethan took out his cell phone and made a call.

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