My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Chicago, Saturday.

It was just early in the morning, and the driveway into Chicago was blocked. The sound of horns was heard constantly, making the early morning air in Chicago boil.

Most of the people driving are young people.

It happened to be the weekend, and everyone who was interested drove over to join in the fun. It was a carnival.

The windows are down and the stereo is on.

Taylor's hit single from her latest album, Shock Out the Window.

Even if there is a traffic jam, these people are not in a hurry.

They sang loudly along with the music, and some even climbed directly onto the roof of the car and jumped around, waving flags with slogans printed on them.

It wasn't just one or two people. This kind of thing turned into a chain reaction and spread quickly on the road.

Originally, young people in the United States loved liveliness, but now that they were listening to familiar music, they all knew that they were in the same hobby, and they quickly became agitated.

Some people were still jumping excitedly despite the dented roof.

The area near the toll station was crowded with vehicles, turning it into a grand road party.

"Ploppap!"

A helicopter came from a distance, and the words "TV" marked on it were particularly obvious.

Seeing the photographer sitting at the hatch, everyone cheered loudly and waved to the top.

"God, do you believe what you are seeing now?"

The host grabbed the handle of the helicopter with all his strength. The high wind blew his hair like a chicken coop, but he ignored it and shouted loudly with the microphone:

"There hasn't been a scene like this in Chicago for many years."

"Looking at the young people below, it reminds me of the craze caused by the Beatles' landing in the United States. It is no different from that time."

"They're all here for one person, and that person is Taylor Swift."

This is just a highway. Now all transportation nodes are full of people.

The Chicago Subway, whether it is the Orange Line, Brown Line, Purple Line, Blue Line or Green Line, is all increasing frequency.

All large parking lots near Soldier Field are equipped with free shuttle buses to ensure smooth operation of surrounding traffic conditions.

Yesterday's events were in full swing. Today, Chicago is expected to have an influx of at least 150,000 people.

Not to mention that there are still people in the city moving around, and the entire public transportation system is undergoing rigorous tests.

The mayor's words have been released and there is no possibility of taking them back.

The city's public departments are basically on duty, welcoming this grand party.

Chicago as a whole is much more noisy than ever before.

But the person who caused all this grand occasion was still fast asleep in the room, trying hard to make up for the sleep he had lost due to tossing and turning last night.

After Ethan got up in the morning, he first contacted his colleagues in the intelligence team.

Danny has really become a rat in the ditch. Despite a large reward, no trace of him can be found.

As of now, there is no point even thinking about it.

With nothing to do now, just like on vacation, he simply went to the basement to practice with a pile of dumbbells and barbells, and the sound of banging iron could be heard.

Running in Chicago didn't feel like Banshee, and he'd been working out in his basement lately.

Despite the blessing of the system, Ethan also exercises regularly.

Only then could he feel like he was in perfect control of his body.

Putting down the heavy barbell, the sweat on his body became shiny.

Throwing the towel over his shoulders, he walked up to the first floor bare-chested, wearing only a pair of purple and gold size 8 basketball shorts.

After some exercise, the muscles on Ethan's body were congested and he looked like a man with strange strength.

"Good morning!"

Coming to the living room, he greeted Bellis and Chloe.

Chloe came over early, and the two women were lying on the sofa, watching the live news reports, until Ethan appeared, and their eyes immediately shifted.

Not only that, her eyes followed him all the way outside.

Ethan stood next to the swimming pool, wiped off his sweat, threw the towel on the lounge chair behind, and jumped into the air, making a big splash.

Only then did the two people sitting on the sofa look back.

"Go and wake her up."

Chloe tapped her watch and urged, "It's almost time, we should leave early."

Bellis nodded and walked quickly upstairs.

Ten minutes later, Ethan held his hands on the edge of the pool and jumped out of the water, leaving a large puddle of water on the ground.

In the living room, Taylor happened to come down from the living room.

She put on black-rimmed glasses, pulled her sleeves and yawned, looking like a girl next door.

"Morning~"

Ethan ruffled his wet hair and waved hello.

"Good morning."

Seeing his shirtless appearance, Taylor's eyes lit up, and he smiled and waved his palms.

She adjusted her black-rimmed glasses and walked briskly down the stairs.

"Give."

Before Ethan could reach the lounge chair nearby, Taylor ran over in small steps, picked up the towel, and handed it to him with both hands.

"Thank you~"

Ethan looked at the bespectacled girl in front of him and took the towel with some embarrassment.

The embarrassment was not because of her, but because of the two people sitting in the living room. Their jaws almost hit the floor.

"I'm your bodyguard, you don't have to do this for me."

Ethan wiped his body, shrugged and said, "People who don't know may think something happened between us."

"I do."

Taylor glanced at the two people inside, tossed his hair nonchalantly, and walked briskly inside.

In the living room, Chloe opened and closed her mouth, wanting to ask something, but she couldn't.

She looked at Ethan and closed her mouth angrily.

It was obvious that he was not the one taking the initiative.

After a while, everyone went out. Holding a concert is not a simple matter. There are too many things that need to be communicated.

Although they have a large team to support their work, they still need to arrive at the scene several hours in advance.

Soldier Field.

The concert only started in the evening, and it wasn't even noon yet, and it was already packed with people.

The number of people who came to support was beyond everyone’s imagination.

Looking at the dark crowd, Ethan felt a little numb. If we really counted the number of people, the big scenes he had seen were actually not as big as the few people in the car.

Experienced fans have already been waiting in the VIP aisle.

Seeing the security personnel controlling the scene becoming nervous, these people suddenly realized something.

The next moment, the motorcade appeared in the field of vision.

The crowd surged forward, cheering like a wave, arms waving wildly, and some even moved to tears.

Looking at the crazy fans, Ethan secretly smacked his tongue.

Like music, he can understand.

But a person like this, who wants to live or die, is really beyond the scope of understanding.

But thinking of Danny, he suddenly felt that these people were normal. No matter how crazy they were, they would never think of killing the people they liked.

"don't want."

Seeing Taylor reaching for the button, Chloe quickly stopped: "This is not safe."

Ethan had a headset on his ear and a walkie-talkie on his body. He knew the information from both the police and security, and knew that everyone who could enter this place had passed the first round of security checks.

He pressed the button and the window opened a few centimeters:

“It doesn’t matter if you open it just a crack.”

Taylor pursed her lips, stretched out an arm from the car window, and waved to the people outside.

These people are here to support themselves and need to respond.

Seeing the hands stretched out from the car window, the people outside seemed even more excited, squeezing the two security walls.

The vehicle drove slowly past the enthusiastic crowd and soon entered Soldier Field. (End of chapter)