Marcus sneered: Revenge? Just you? And this young Eastern boy? Stop dreaming. I could kill your friends two years ago, and I can kill you today. I will suck your blood dry, and then throw your corpses into the desert, and let the vultures eat your flesh.
Bai Haorui's tone was cold and there was no emotion in his eyes: Really? Then you can try.
Marcus waved his hand, and five vampires rushed towards the two of them at the same time. The purple-gold color True Gang around Bai Haorui skyrocketed, forming a thick Gang Qi shield that blocked all vampire attacks. He waved his right hand, and the peach wood sword was wrapped with more intense True Gang, and the sword body glowed with purple-gold light under the dim light.
Bai Haorui flashed and appeared in front of a vampire like a ghost. Before the vampire could react, the mahogany sword had pierced his heart. The purple-gold True Gang instantly poured into his body, burning his soul crazily. The vampire let out a shrill scream, and his body quickly turned into a puddle of black ashes.
Bobby hides behind the Gang Qi shield and shoots accurately with a silver pistol. His shooting skills are fast and accurate, and every bullet can hit the vampire's heart. The bullet carries the cold air of silver, and after entering the vampire's body, it will spread quickly, freezing their blood and internal organs.
Marcus saw his men falling one by one, and his eyes became sinister. He suddenly swung the silver whip and whipped it towards Bai Haorui's head. The silver whip made a roaring sound, and the dark runes on it glowed black. Bai Haorui ducked sideways, and the silver whip struck the ground, instantly exploding a large pit and causing gravel to scatter.
"Something capable." Marcus sneered, and in a flash, he appeared in front of Bai Haorui. His nails became long and sharp, shining with black light, and clawed at Bai Haorui's heart.
Bai Haorui had already predicted it. He made a fist with his left hand, gathered all the True Gang in his body into the fist, and hit Marcus hard on the chest.
"Bang!"
With a loud noise, Marcus was knocked backwards and hit the wall hard, spitting out a mouthful of black blood. He looked at Bai Haorui in disbelief, his eyes full of shock.
Marcus: You... who are you? Ordinary humans cannot have such a strong power!
Bai Haorui walked towards him step by step, and the True Gang on the peach wood sword became brighter and brighter: I am here to kill you.
Marcus turned his eyes and activated the explosives he had buried before. There was a loud bang!! Bai Haorui's face changed and he stood in front of Bobby instantly. The shock wave generated by the explosion hit the bodyguard Gang Qi, making a harsh friction sound.
Marcus lay on the ground with his eyes wide open. Unexpectedly, the explosion did not harm Bai Haorui. He originally thought of using the vampire's injury resistance to withstand the explosion and then take advantage of Bai Haorui's injury to deal with him and Bobby. Unexpectedly, he had trapped himself in a cocoon.
Bai Haorui took a breath and made a strong leap with his right foot, stabbing the peach wood sword into the heart of the unbelievable Marcus. The purple-gold True Gang instantly poured into his body, cutting his body and soul like countless knives.
"Ah--!"
Marcus let out a shrill scream, and his body slowly turned into a puddle of black ashes, leaving only a black ring, which fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
When the remaining two vampires saw that the clan leader was dead, they turned around and ran away in fear. Bai Haorui and Bobby chased after them and killed them all.
Bobby immediately ran to Bai Haorui and asked worriedly: Haorui! How are you? Are you okay?
Bai Haorui wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and shook his head: It's okay, just a little skin injury. Go up and rescue the three girls first, and then we rush to Town of Bedford.
Bobby nodded: OK. We'll leave right away.
Cara was writing medical records in the office. When he saw Sam and Dean walking in, he raised his head and smiled.
Cara raised his head and smiled: Agent Stiles. Are you missing me again so soon?
Sam: Actually, we are here to do business. Regarding those blood samples, they are the ones with high oxytocin content. Do you still keep them?
Cara: Keep it. What's wrong?
Sam: We need them. We want to send them to Federal Bureau of Investigation's laboratory for further testing.
Cara is confused: Why? I have done all the tests I can.
Sam: Our laboratory has more advanced equipment. Maybe we can discover something you haven't discovered.
At this moment, the office door was suddenly pushed open, and a handsome man wearing an FBI uniform walked in. He was tall, blond, and had a confident smile on his face.
Nick said to Cara: Excuse me, doctor Roberts?
Cara: Huh?
Dean looked at Nick with a dissatisfied tone: Sorry, we are busy, buddy.
Nick looked at Dean with a cold tone: I am also very busy, friend.
Sam said to Cara: Doctor, can you give us some time?
Cara: Of course.
Sam: Thank you.
Cara walked out of the office and closed the door. Sam and Dean turned to Nick with serious expressions.
Sam said in a bad tone: What is your name?
Nick: Nick·Monroe. What about you?
Sam: I am Sam·Stiles from Federal Bureau of Investigation. This is my partner--Dean·Murdock.
Nick: Which branch are you from?
Sam: Omaha--Violent Crimes Unit. Our supervisor assigned me to investigate these murders. What about you?
Nick: Washington, D.C.. Our assistant supervisor sent me.
Sam: Which assistant supervisor?
Nick: Mike·Kaiser.
Nick stretched out his hand: What is your police badge number?
Sam sneered: Are you kidding me?
Nick is expressionless: I just follow the rules.
Dean impatiently gave him a business card: Listen, man. Whatever you want. Call our supervisor and he will explain it to you, okay?
Nick took out his mobile phone and dialed a number. Dean and Sam looked at each other and felt something was wrong.
Nick said into the phone: Well, please find Assistant Supervisor Kaiser. Yes, hello, sir. I am Agent Nick Monroe. I am calling to ask... two of your people - Stiles and Murdock? It seems that they were mistakenly assigned to my case.
Nick nodded to the phone: Are you questioning my authority? No, no, no, sir. I am not questioning it. Don't lie to me. If I remember correctly, Washington, D.C. has jurisdiction. Did I say something wrong? Very good, I understand.
Nick hung up the phone and put the phone in his pocket.
Nick: Okay, I'm sorry everyone. Don't make this kind of mistake again next time.
Nick: So what step have you found?
Sam: Which step have you found?
Nick: I am preparing to test the blood samples of those suspects.
Sam: I've checked it. It's of no use.
Nick: Oh, really?
Sam: Yeah. But let me tell you, I seem to have found something in common between all the murderers. They all had an affair with a stripper from the same club.
Nick's eyes lit up: No way. Then how about we go to that club together?
Sam: Well, that's it, Nick. We are used to acting alone--
Dean suddenly interrupted him: You know what? This is a great idea. Wait until my partner and I have a word. We will leave right away.
Dean pulled Sam to the corner of the office and lowered his voice.
Dean: Brother, you stay.
Sam Surprised: What? Why me?
Dean: Because you have to take a blood sample. I'll keep him out of the way.
Dean patted his shoulder: I took him to the strip club and kept an eye out for the Sirens. Please, Sam, just... just stare at those naked girls, and he will forget you exist.
Dean smiled: I didn't do it for you. I did it for those girls.
Dean and Nick walked towards the door.
Nick: Take my car. Don't complain about my music.
Dean shook his head: No way.
Nick's eyes lit up: Are you driving Impala?
Dean: Yes.
Nick: It's the 1967 model, right?
Dean Lifts his chin proudly: 327 cubic inch four-cylinder carbureted engine.
Nick praised: Yes, it is simply a work of art. I have dreamed of owning a car like this since I was a child.
Dean: Thank you.
Nick asked curiously: How did you convince Federal Bureau of Investigation to let you drive your own car?
The two walked out of the office, and the door slammed shut.
Cara walked in: You want this blood for...
Sam: We want to do some testing.
Cara shrugged: You know, I've done all the tests that can be done. This is... my job. Didn't you see me wearing a white coat?
Sam: We know an expert who wants to test a theory.
Cara: Whatever you say.
Cara walked to the refrigerator and opened the door. It was empty and the blood sample was gone.
Cara was surprised: What are you doing?
Sam walked over: What's wrong?
Cara looked back at him, his eyes full of confusion: the blood samples were gone. All the blood samples were gone.
Bobby's Chevrolet pickup truck was driving on Interstate 287, speeding crazily in the direction of Iowa. The headlights pierced the darkness, and the engine made a deafening roar. The speed had exceeded 140 kilometers per hour, and the pointer on the instrument panel was beating crazily in the red zone.
Bai Haorui drove the car with no expression on his face. The wounds on his body had been bandaged. Bobby was sitting in the passenger seat with a mobile phone in his hand. He kept calling Dean and Sam, but no one answered.
Bobby anxiously threw the phone on the dashboard: Damn it! Why didn't Dean answer the phone? Sam didn't answer the phone either! There must be something wrong with these two boys!
Bai Haorui stepped on the accelerator to the bottom and drove faster: Don't worry, Bobby. We are already rushing with all our strength. We will reach Town of Bedford in three hours.
Bai Haorui took out a Five Emperor Coins from his arms, and injected a wisp of True Gang into his fingertips. Five Emperor Coins emitted a faint golden light, spun around in the air a few times, and then landed on the dashboard. The hexagram showed: There is no danger, the noble will help.
Bai Haorui breathed a sigh of relief.
Bai Haorui: Don't worry. The hexagram shows that they are fine. We will definitely arrive in time.
Sam was sitting by the bed, holding a knife in his hand and wiping it. His face was ugly and he was full of uneasiness. The blood sample disappeared, and Dean took the suspicious Nick to the strip club again. He always felt that something bad was going to happen.
The door was suddenly kicked open, and Dean and Nick walked in. Dean also held a knife in his hand, his eyes were empty and without any energy.
Sam stood up and looked at them warily: Nick, what are you doing here?
Dean looked at Sam with empty eyes and did not reply.
Sam looked at Nick and sneered: I have to say, you stripper is really ugly.
Nick smiled: Maybe. But I got what I wanted. I got Dean.
Sam turned around and shouted to Dean: Dean, wake up, this is not you. You can resist.
Nick said to Dean, his tone as cold as ice: Just make a small knife on his neck to prove that you love me.
Dean mechanically raised the knife quickly and cut Sam's neck. Blood instantly poured out and flowed down Sam's neck.
Sam accidentally screamed in pain: Ah!
Nick smiled with satisfaction: You see Dean is mine now.
Sam covered his neck and looked at Nick angrily: You poisoned him.
Nick shook his head and said proudly: No, I gave him what he needed most. It wasn't a bitch in a thong. It was you. A brother who adored him and whom he could trust. A brother who would never leave him or lie to him. Now he loves me. He is willing to do anything for me. And I have to tell you, Sam, this kind of loyalty... watching someone kill for you... is the most wonderful feeling in the world.
Sam sneered: Is that why you go around seducing men? Because you are too lonely and lack love?
Nick shrugged: Oh. I will get tired of it. We will all get tired of it. I just want to fall in love again and again. Watch them go crazy for me, kill for me, and then abandon them. This is my pleasure.
Sam looked at him angrily: Let me tell you, I have fought against many disgusting bastards, but you are the most loveless and pathetic loser I have ever seen.
Nick's eyes turned cold: You won't think so soon.
Nick suddenly spit a mouthful of venom at Sam. Sam couldn't dodge, and the venom splashed on his face. He staggered, and his eyes slowly became hollow, as if covered with a layer of fog.
Nick smiled: I know you both hold back a lot of things to say in your hearts. Those words that you usually dare not say, those resentments and dissatisfactions hidden deep in your hearts. How about you have a good chat... Whoever survives, who can be with me forever?
Dean and Sam looked at each other, and then began to argue fiercely. As they argued, they pushed each other, and finally struggled together. Their fists fell on each other, and each punch was filled with anger and dissatisfaction that had been accumulated for a long time.
Dean shouted angrily: I don't know when it started. Maybe it was when I was at Hell. Maybe it was when I watched you become what you are now. But the Sam I knew is no longer there.
Sam also shouted: Really?
Dean: And it's not because of the demon blood or any super powers. It's the little things - those lies, those secrets. You don't tell me anything, you treat me as an outsider.
Sam: Oh, really? What secret?
Dean excitedly: For example, you secretly called Ruby. For example, you teamed up with her to hunt down Lilith. Do you think I don't know? I know everything!
Sam: So I need your permission to make a phone call? So I have to report everything to you?
Dean shouted: The point is this. You are hiding something from me. What else are you not telling me? How much demon blood did you drink? What did you become?
Sam sneered: None of your business.
Dean yelled: Look! We used to fight side by side. We used to support each other. We were brothers! But what about now? You didn't tell me anything, you treated me as a burden!
Sam pushed Dean away: Okay, fine. Do you want to know why I didn't tell you about Ruby? Why didn't I tell you that we were chasing Lilith? Because you are too weak to deal with her, Dean. You are holding me back. I am more powerful than you - stronger and smarter. I can deal with those demons that you don't even dare to get close to.
Dean angrily: Nonsense.
Sam: You just feel sorry for yourself all day long, complaining about how many souls you tortured in Hell. How pitiful. Do you think you are still the brother who can protect me? You are just a coward and a coward now. You can never block my way again.
Nick fanned the flames: Kill him for me, Dean. Kill him, and we can be together forever.
Dean's eyes were red, like an angry beast: Tell me again how weak I am, Sam. Tell me again how I held you back.
Dean saw the fire ax in the corner, rushed over, picked up the ax, raised it high, and slashed at Sam. The ax shone coldly under the light, with the sound of howling wind.
Sam looked at the ax swinging down in horror: No!
Just when the ax was about to hit Sam, the door was suddenly smashed into pieces. Wood chips flew everywhere, and Bai Haorui and Bobby rushed in at the same time.
Bai Haorui thought, and a purple-gold True Gang shot out instantly, accurately knocking the ax out of Dean's hand. The ax fell to the ground with a clang, and was deeply embedded in the wooden floor.
Bobby held a bronze dagger in his hand. Taking advantage of Nick's dazed moment, he quickly rushed forward and scratched Dean's arm. Dean was in pain, and the emptiness in his eyes slowly disappeared, and he came to his senses. Bobby took the bronze dagger stained with Dean's blood and stabbed it into Nick's chest.
Bobby took a breath: You're welcome, little kid.
Nick let out a shrill scream, and his body began to twist and deform, then fell to the ground and turned into a pool of black mucus.
Dean and Sam fell to the ground at the same time and fainted.
Bai Haorui immediately ran to Dean and squatted down to check his injuries. Bobby ran to Sam, helped him up, and pressed the wound on his neck with a towel.
Bai Haorui breathed a sigh of relief: It's okay, I just fainted. It's not life-threatening.
Bobby wiped the sweat from his forehead and said with lingering fear: Sama Bei Chi! It scared me to death. If we were one second later, the consequences would be disastrous.
Bai Haorui looked at the black slime on the ground: This is the Kraken. It's so disgusting.
Bobby nodded: Who says it can't be done.
The sun shines into the room through the window, casting mottled light and shadow on the floor. Dean and Sam are sitting on the edge of the bed, both with bandages on their heads. Dean has bandages on his arms., Sam also had a bandage wrapped around his neck. Bai Haorui was leaning against the window, holding a cup of coffee in his hand, looking out the window. Bobby was sitting on a chair, holding a can of soda in his hand.
There was silence in the room, and the atmosphere was so awkward that it was suffocating.
Bobby handed them two cans of soda: Soda? You have to drive later, right?
Dean reached out and took the soda, with a hoarse voice: Thank you, Bobby. Do you know, if you were a step later--
Bobby interrupted him: You have saved me many times. Of course, you should be more careful. I made a phone call and found out that Agent Nick Monroe no longer existed. You two didn't suspect it at all.
Bobby stood up: Are you two okay?
Dean: Yeah, it's okay.
Sam: Yeah, pretty good.
Bobby patted their shoulders: See you later. I have to go home first and deal with things over Texas. I also need to send the three girls home. Haorui, what about you?
Bai Haorui turned around and looked at them: I will go with them.
Bobby nodded: Okay. Take good care of them. Don't let them do stupid things again.
Bobby walked out of the room and closed the door. The room fell into silence again. Only the chirping of birds came from the window.
Sam broke the silence and looked at the ground: You know, those sea monsters are very vicious. You are controlled, there is nothing to feel guilty about.
Dean raised his head and looked at Sam: Why don't you go say goodbye to Cara?
Sam's eyes wandered and he shook his head: No. Not interested.
Dean: Really? Why?
Sam said calmly: What's the point? We will leave here sooner or later. We can't have a normal life.
Dean smiled and made a joke: Ha, look at you. You don't recognize anyone when you put up your pants.
Sam looked at Dean with complicated eyes: Dean, uh, you know what I just said was not sincere, right? It's all the siren's curse that is at work. I have never thought you were a burden, and I have never thought you were weak.
Dean avoided his gaze and looked out the window: Of course. Me too. Those words I said were not sincere.
Sam breathed a sigh of relief: OK. So... are we okay?
Dean raised his head and smiled reluctantly: Well, we are fine.
Those hurtful words spoken, the resentment and dissatisfaction hidden in the heart did not disappear with the death of the Siren. They were like a thorn, deeply pierced in the hearts of the brothers, waiting for the next moment to explode.