My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Ethan took the note with a simple address on it.

Located in Beicheng District, there is no other information.

"Is there a big star in Chicago?"

Ethan threw the note on the table, shrugged and said, "This isn't Los Angeles."

“Don’t underestimate Chicago.”

Hank smiled and shook his head: "Of course, it's definitely not as good as Los Angeles."

"This star is here for a concert and has received death threats. We need to go and take a look."

"You didn't tell me earlier."

Ethan took out his cell phone: "Antonio just left, I'm calling them back now."

"No need." Hank waved his hand quickly: "This matter does not follow the normal process, so you and I will go take a look."

"What do you mean?" Putting down the phone, Ethan frowned and said:

"Didn't the other party report the crime?"

"Being able to contact us is equivalent to reporting a crime."

Hank stood up and said helplessly:

"It's just that you also know that public figures are very taboo about this kind of thing. The other party has a good relationship with the senior management of our bureau, and I hope it can be resolved in a low-key manner."

"The people above found me. I owe another favor and I can't shirk it."

"That's okay."

Ethan shook his head and said, "Then with what identity should we go?"

"Of course it's the Chicago police." Hank put on his coat: "It's just that things need to be kept low-key and not let too many people know."

"Now?"

Ethan looked at him as if he was about to take action now.

"Let's go." Hank pulled Ethan up: "Now."

To be honest, he didn't want to take on such an inexplicable case. No, it couldn't even be called a case. The other party didn't even report it.

Now it feels a bit like a private detective, purely doing private work.

It's still wrong, it's worse than doing private work.

For someone of their level, working as a private detective would earn much more than their current salary.

This is to help others do private work with a small salary.

If it weren't for Hank, Ethan would have turned around and left. If he had that time, wouldn't he go home and rest by himself?

"do not do that."

Hank could see that he was reluctant, put his hands on his shoulders and pushed out: "It's settled, I'll buy you a drink."

"Okay, I get it."

As Ethan walked out of the Sheriff's Office and walked to the whiteboard, he glanced at Munoz, shook his head and went downstairs.

Following Hank's vehicle, we drove out of the city and headed north to Evanston.

This is a satellite city in the northern suburbs of Chicago, a typical wealthy area.

The famous main campus of Northwestern University is located in Evanston. Compared with the South District, the security situation here is as good as heaven and earth.

It was past nine o'clock in the evening, and I still saw single young women running on the roadside from time to time.

In many places in the South District, doing this is simply causing trouble for yourself.

After a few minutes, the vehicle finally stopped.

Ethan lit up his cigarette and watched Hank press the intercom next to the door, and after a while the iron door slowly opened.

As the vehicle drove in, he observed the surrounding environment.

The wall is two and a half meters high, and there are no protective facilities on it. Normal adults can easily climb over it.

There is only a camera at the front door, and there are almost no other security facilities.

For a big star who has received death threats, this is too childish.

Go around a fountain pool and stop by the front door.

This large villa was much more luxurious than my own. There were cheers inside, as if there was a party going on.

Ethan got out of the car and walked next to the Cadillac:

"Who are we looking for?"

I have to say that he is also curious about what kind of big star he is.

"Contact the agent first."

As soon as Hank picked up the phone, the large front door opened and a white woman wearing a business suit came out.

Her steps are crisp and she has the demeanor of a strong woman.

"Good evening."

The white woman with long black hair walked down the steps quickly: "I'm Taylor's agent, Chloe."

She looked at the two people standing next to the vehicle and stretched out her hand to Hank:

"You're Sheriff Boyt, right?"

Hank shook hands with her and responded in a deep voice: "That's right."

"Hello?"

Chloe turned to look at Ethan, and her eyes lit up. Even if she had been in the entertainment industry for many years, such a handsome person was not common.

She nodded and extended her hand as well.

"Detective Morgan."

Ethan put a hand on her hand, his face expressionless.

I called someone over so late at night, but no one even greeted me. It really didn’t create any good impression.

"Follow me."

Chloe turned around and walked into the house, saying furiously: "Taylor is busy, let me tell you something related first."

"Tyler?"

Ethan spread his hands towards Hank with a puzzled look on his face.

"Don't ask me, the last showbiz star I knew was Marlon Brando."

Hank smiled and followed the agent up the steps.

When he arrived at the house, Ethan was shocked to see that there were twenty or thirty people in the house.

A shooting scene was set up in the spacious living room.

Under the spotlight is a woman with short blond hair, wearing a shiny yellow short skirt, her eyebrows are full of confidence and arrogance.

She is extremely tall and has long legs.

Surrounded by backup dancers, she was completing her dance moves with concentration.

There were many staff scattered around, as well as three or four guys in black suits. They seemed to be security guards, but there was no nervous look on their faces.

Chewing gum in his mouth, his eyes were focused on the swaying backup dancer.

This job is indeed easy.

The employer has received death threats, but he is still so leisurely.

They are quite big, so they are probably just the same.

Ethan was also curious and took a cell phone to quietly take a photo of the blond woman.

After thinking about it, he sent it to Burgess: "Who is this?"

"???"

"?"

"you do not know?"

"Is it weird?"

"Yes, you are a weirdo who likes to listen to the Beatles."

"You are the weird one."

"This is Taylor!!! Just search the Internet and you will know it, but where did your photo come from?"

"It has nothing to do with you, go to bed early."

"."

Walking up to the second floor and arriving at a conference room, Ethan casually sent a text message, ending the conversation with Burgess.

"What do you want to drink?"

Chloe walked to the side and asked politely.

"No need." Hank sat on the chair and asked simply: "What happened?"

Ethan sat next to him with his mobile phone.

His fingers flew around, quietly searching for the blond woman who was dancing below just now.

Oh, he is really a well-known figure and singer in the United States.

Holding a concert, the kind that can sell millions of dollars in tickets, the message Hank received was indeed correct, this is a big star.

"Read these threatening letters."

Chloe poured herself a glass of wine and placed the two letters she was holding on the table. (End of chapter)