My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"Yeah?"

Ethan tugged on his sleeves, raised his eyebrows and said, "This suit is already the worst."

"Pure black, very low-key."

In fact, it is not the clothes that are high-profile, but the people.

He was already a handsome man, but when he put on a well-tailored suit, his energy level improved more than a little bit.

A pair of long legs and a straight figure are a perfect clothes rack.

"All right."

Chloe wished she could be ten years younger. She swallowed quietly and said, "I'll leave the rest to you."

"Give me your car keys."

Ethan walked up to her and stretched out his long fingers.

"Where's your car?"

Chloe took out the Mercedes key and asked in confusion.

"I will never allow my vehicle to appear in public view." Ethan took the key and took out the phone from his trouser pocket.

Since he was going to the hospital, he had to inform Hank in advance.

I can't act rashly, and the police force around the hospital must be arranged.

A few minutes later, the bathroom door next to it opened, and Taylor and Bellis walked out.

At Bellis's suggestion, Taylor changed into black clothes, looking very capable and solemn.

Ethan walked up to her, and the two looked at each other, both showing expressions of appreciation.

"Let's go!"

Putting on his big sunglasses, covering one third of his face, Ethan put one hand on his waist and nodded slightly: "Ms. Swift."

"Thanks."

Taylor gently put his arm on Ethan's arm, and the two of them walked outside with indomitable momentum.

"Why do these two give me a feeling."

Bellis fell behind and whispered to Chloe: "I can't explain what it feels like."

"It's like going to war."

Chloe was convinced and spoke out her thoughts.

"That's right, that's right!"

Bellis nodded and followed suit in large strides.

After returning home and resting for more than half an hour, we set off again.

But this time, their mentality changed a lot. Except for Ethan, the other three people quietly lowered their bodies.

The road to Chicago Hospital is so familiar.

Along the way, Ethan smoothly controlled the vehicle on the road while also carefully observing the surrounding environment.

According to Chloe, the car was just borrowed from a friend.

Danny has absolutely no way of knowing the information about this car, and basic safety can still be guaranteed.

Halfway through, Hank called.

Police forces outside and inside the hospital have been deployed. If Danny dares to come, he will never be able to escape.

Not long after, we arrived at Chicago Hospital.

Reporters carrying cameras could be seen everywhere. Seeing these people, Ethan panicked. Fortunately, his sunglasses were big enough, and his clothes were different from usual.

If you are not a very familiar person, you probably won’t recognize it.

With this idea in mind, he drove towards the underground parking lot according to the designated direction.

"Tyler!"

It's not a good thing to hide too tightly. Reporters soon noticed something unusual and rushed over with cameras.

That shout attracted the attention of others.

Looking at the people running from all directions, Ethan stepped on the accelerator, and the Mercedes-Benz slipped into the VIP aisle.

The security personnel of the hospital behind them stepped forward to contain the crowd.

The camera shook and only a ray of light from the taillight could be captured.

Stopping at the place closest to the elevator, several people have been arranged here in advance.

"Hey!"

Ethan pushed open the car door and said hello to Atwater.

Atwater was sent here out of nowhere and said he wanted to protect a big shot. Atwater was a little impatient about this kind of thing.

When he heard the greeting, he turned around subconsciously.

"Waterfa!!!"

His eyes were wide open, as if he had seen a ghost.

No wonder something so important happened. I didn’t see Ethan at the police station today, so he was here.

"I know I'm handsome."

Ethan smiled and opened the back door: "But you have to be more serious."

Seeing Taylor getting out of the car, Atwater swallowed his saliva and turned back to continue to be on guard.

The group of people walked along the special passage and came to the elevator.

It wasn't until after entering that there were only a few of them left in the elevator that Ethan asked in a low voice: "How did you get the Chicago Police Department to be so cooperative with your work?"

"Is it because he's a celebrity?"

"Or should we say, friendship?"

The three women looked at each other, and Chloe said with a smile: "Miss Swift has always maintained a very good relationship with all walks of life."

"speak English."

Ethan waved his hand to interrupt without politeness.

"This is one of the reasons." Chloe didn't care about his slightly rude actions and continued to smile: "With the long-term philanthropy, and the subsequent one-million-dollar charity donation to the Chicago Police Department, I think it can always be There are some preferential treatment.”

Well, Ethan immediately understood that it was the uncle who paid.

Just like the famous 11-99 Foundation, it is an organization that provides financial assistance to the California Highway Patrol police.

As long as the donation reaches a certain amount, you can get an 11-99 license plate frame souvenir.

Getting this souvenir means that you are one of your own who supports the Blue Wall.

As long as the car with the 11-99 license plate frame is not obviously speeding, the state police will basically not cause trouble. If the police in other places see it, they will give it a courtesy.

The donation amount was not high, just over a thousand US dollars.

Now, Taylor has donated one million.

Perennial charity means that he has been making donations to various industries, so it is not surprising that he enjoys preferential treatment.

"Don't get excited, don't be nervous."

Watching the number on the display jump to the fifth floor, Chloe whispered a reminder.

"Um?"

"Ding."

"Bah bang bang!"

The flashing lights suffocated Ethan.

Fortunately, I was wearing sunglasses, otherwise I would have blinded my eyes.

Bellis behind him quietly poked him in the back, and Ethan finally reacted and walked out quickly: "Please give way."

He held down the elevator door and waited until they came out, then followed the security personnel and walked to the side.

Five or six reporters kept taking photos.

Unlike the people outside, although they were very excited, they were very orderly and asked a few non-aggressive questions from time to time.

It felt like collusion to Ethan.

When we came to the door of the ward, there were several patrol policemen and guys in white shirts standing here.

When Ethan saw that guy, he felt speechless.

Why don't you just stay at the reception desk and come here to join in the fun?

When he felt speechless, Pratt, who was wearing a police officer's white shirt and was full of energy, and Burgess, who was standing behind, could hardly control their facial expressions.

When did the people from the intelligence team sneak into Taylor's side and act as bodyguards?

Burgess suddenly thought of the photo Ethan sent to him last night, and felt crazy.

"Hello, Miss Swift."

Platt saw the crowd approaching and quickly took two steps forward.

In front of a crowd of cameras, she said sadly: "The Chicago Police Department deeply regrets what happened to your men. We will definitely catch the murderer as soon as possible."

Life is like a play, it all depends on acting.