He took the initiative to come to the door for cooperation, and also set up so many monitoring and tracking methods. He obviously had no good intentions. And the name Brady... I always felt that I had heard it somewhere, and it seemed very familiar.
Ten minutes later, the sound of the Impala's engine came from afar.
The car stopped at the entrance of the courtyard, and Dean and Sam opened the door and got out.
"How long have you been here?" Dean came over and glanced at the hut, "Crowley That bitch hasn't come yet?"
"I just arrived not long ago." Bai Haorui nodded,
"I have cleared the monitoring, tracking array, and sacrificial array in the room. He has no good intentions. You should be more careful."
Dean clicked his tongue. "I knew this bastard was playing tricks."
Sam said nothing and subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing Bai Haorui here, the inexplicable panic in his heart was mostly calmed down.
After another two minutes, Crowley slowly swayed out of the woods, still holding the bottle of whiskey in his hand, with a calm look on his face.
"Isn't the place nice? It's hidden and remote enough." He smiled and opened the door. As soon as he took a step forward, the smile on his face froze.
No.
The monitoring runes, tracking arrays, and summoning arrays he arranged... didn't have any energy fluctuations at all, they were all gone.
It's like it never existed.
Crowley's heart skipped a beat, and he turned his head suddenly, and saw Bai Haorui leaning on the door frame, looking at him with a half-smile, his eyes were clear, as if he had already seen through his little thoughts.
"Mr. Crowley." Bai Haorui spoke, with a calm tone, but with an invisible sense of oppression, "Are you really cautious enough? When you enter the house, you first set up monitoring, bury tracking, and leave a summoning array as a backup?"
The stiffness on Crowley's face flashed away, and he quickly put on a professional fake smile and rubbed his hands, "Oh, Daoist Master Bai is here too. Aren't I afraid of being followed by demons? I need to take some safety measures, safety first."
"Safety measure?" Bai Haorui raised his eyebrows with a sarcastic tone, "Is the tracking coin under the car seat also a safety measure?"
Crowley The corners of his mouth twitched fiercely.
He originally wanted to rely on monitoring to take the initiative and control these people, but as soon as they met, they were turned upside down and he didn't even give him any face. This Bai Haorui was indeed as rumored, a tough guy who didn't have any skills and was ruthless in his methods.
"Misunderstanding, it's all misunderstanding." He laughed and went around, quickly changing the subject, "Let's talk about business, over there Brady..."
After entering the room, the four people stood around a broken wooden table. Crowley explained the plan again: Brady is now a senior executive at Niveus Pharmaceutical Company under a pseudonym, helping Pestilence manipulates the spread of vaccines across the country; he pretends to make deals with Brady, fishes people out, captures them alive, and interrogates Pestilence's whereabouts.
"A hard trial is useless." Crowley spread his hands and looked like an expert, "That guy Bones is tough, and he even signed a contract with Pestilence. He will self-destruct at the first resort to torture, which will break his heart."
Dean was still thinking about the details of the plan, but when he turned around, he saw that Sam had an expression on his face. He was so stunned that he didn't know what he was thinking, and his eyes were blank.
"Sam?" Dean touched his arm, "What are you thinking about? You are so distracted."
Sam came back to his senses, hesitated, looked at Bai Haorui, and said in a slightly uncertain tone, "Haorui, do you remember... When we were in college, my roommate in our freshman year was named Brady?"
Bai Haorui's brows instantly furrowed.
Of course he remembers.
Sam's first roommate was Brady, who had a cheerful personality, knew how to get into trouble, and could hang out with anyone. The three of them played cards and drank together, and even teamed up to go to a haunted house on Halloween.
Now that I think about it...
"You mean, this Brady is the one we know?" Bai Haorui's tone darkened.
"I don't know." Sam shook his head, clenching his fingers unconsciously until his knuckles turned white, "I hope not. There are so many people with the same name in the world..."
Having said that, he already had the answer in his heart.
Otherwise, how could it be such a coincidence?
It happened to be called Brady, it happened to be related to the devil, and it happened to appear in front of them.
Bai Haorui looked at Sam's pale face, reached out and patted his shoulder, and said in a lighter tone, "Don't think about it. You'll know when you meet him. Even if it's really him, he's not the Brady he was back then. The one who occupies his body is the devil, not the person you know."
Crowley was listening and rolled his eyes. Oh? So there is such a relationship? Interesting.
He cleared his throat and said, "Here's the plan. I'll take Dean to the pharmaceutical company to catch people. Sam, you... don't go."
"What did you say?" Sam raised his head suddenly, his eyes instantly became cold, and his whole body's breath became heavy.
"To be honest, I don't like you, I don't trust you, and you always want to kill me." Crowley curled his lips and said calmly and rudely, "What if you see an old acquaintance losing control of his emotions and causing big problems? There is no way. It's too risky for you to go."
"You're dreaming!" Sam took a step forward, clenched his fists, and cracked his knuckles, "It's not your turn to dictate."
"I'm not negotiating with you, you're not qualified to go." Crowley turned to look at Dean, as if he was only talking to the person talking, "I'm just asking him. How about it, Dean?"
It was finally decided: Dean and Crowley would go to the pharmaceutical company first and catch people as planned; Bai Haorui and Sam would stay in the hiding house, reinforce the defensive formations, arrange backup forces, and wait for news.
After Dean and Crowley left, Sam and Bai Haorui were the only two people left in the room.
Bai Haorui took out cinnabar and a brush and drew the Bagua defense formation on the floor. Five Emperor Coins placed it on the eight formation eyes respectively. The cinnabar lines were smooth and neat, with a touch of spiritual power. Sam sat on the broken sofa, lowered his head, and repeatedly rubbed the handle of Ruby's Knife's knife with his fingers, thinking a lot.
After a long time, he spoke softly, "Haorui, let me ask you something."
"You said." Bai Haorui didn't raise his head, and the pen in his hand didn't stop.
"If... I mean if." Sam raised his head, with a bit of uncertainty in his eyes, and a bit of all-or-nothing stubbornness, "When I collect the four rings and open Hell's Cage, I let Lucifer possess me, then I take back control and jump into the cage... Is this method feasible?"
Bai Haorui The brush in his hand paused for a moment, and cinnabar dripped onto the floor, creating a red dot.
His heart suddenly sank.
He knew that Sam had been thinking about this. Last time Bobby mentioned it to him on the phone, saying that Sam asked him how to regain control of his body, and Bobby scolded him at that time. Unexpectedly, this kid hasn't given up yet.
He put down his brush and sat across from Sam with a solemn tone and serious eyes. "Bobby told me. Sam, this is not a matter of gambling. Lucifer is the king of fallen angels, not An ordinary little devil. Bobby was able to take back his body because the possessed demon was of low level and only for a moment. What you are facing is Lucifer. Once he enters, you won't even have a chance to resist and will only become his vessel."
"But do we have any other way?" Sam's voice was a little anxious, with a bit of suppressed despair, "Colt gun is useless, angels are unreliable, Haorui no matter how strong you are, you can't beat him... Do you just want to watch the world be destroyed? Watch everyone die?"
"There will always be a way." Bai Haorui looked at him, his tone was firm and unwavering, "But it is definitely not up to you. I won't let you do that, and neither will Dean. We are together, and we have to carry it together. It is not your turn to die alone."
Sam lowered his head and said no more. His fingers clenched the handle of the dagger so tightly that it turned white.
But he had already made up his mind.
If the day comes when he is desperate, he will definitely do this. Even if there is only one chance in ten thousand, he will try.
After all, all of this happened because of him.
While Bai Haorui and Sam were reinforcing their formations in the hiding house, Dean and Crowley had arrived across the street from Niveus Pharmaceutical Company.
The car stopped under the shade of a tree. Crowley put down the binoculars and pointed at the entrance of the building. "The people upstairs are demons, and the people downstairs are human shields. The front desk and security guards are all ordinary people. If you break in, innocent people will be hurt."
"Then go in through the back door and avoid people." Dean whispered, reaching out to pull the car door.
"You Winchester Family people just love to make simple things complicated." Crowley curled his lips in disgust. As soon as he finished speaking, the figure disappeared from the car.
Dean was stunned for a moment, and just as he was about to curse, he saw the two security guards at the door of the building falling straight down, making no sound.
Crowley's voice sounded in his ears, a little proud. "The door is open, hurry up. On the 12th floor, Brady's office is at the back."
Dean opened the car door and ran over, squatted down and sniffed the security guard's breath, frowned out of breath, raised his head to the air and lowered his voice. "You killed them?"
"The time is tight and the task is heavy. It will be troublesome if we don't kill." Crowley's voice floated over, "What, you are still soft-hearted? Stop doing this. Get up quickly, I will stop the elevator for you on the first floor. It is not safe for me to go up. There are many demons in the building, and they know me."
"You won't come with me?" Dean frowned and walked into the hall.
"It's not safe for me to go up there, there are demons." Crowley said confidently, "Just follow what I taught you and act like it, and it will definitely work. Trust me."
Dean rolled his eyes, clutched Ruby's Knife in his arms, walked into the elevator and pressed the 12th floor button. The elevator door slowly closed, and the metal wall reflected his tense profile.
When he pushed open the door of Brady's office, Brady was sitting behind his desk reading documents. He looked up and saw him. He was not surprised at all. Instead, he smiled and leaned back on his chair. His tone was slow, as if he had expected him to come. "Dean·Winchester. What, no appointment?"
"It was a temporary decision, just in time." Dean closed the door pretending to be relaxed, took two steps forward, put his hands in his pockets, "Let's get straight to the point, I'm here to make a deal with you."
"Oh? What can you give me?" Brady raised his eyebrows and tapped his fingers on the table, looking very interested.
"We defeated your two masters, War and Famine." Dean raised his chin and said with some confidence, "We took their rings, and I heard that you want to take them back and are willing to bid. I think we can talk."
Brady smiled and leaned forward with a mocking look in his eyes, "Really? Where is the ring?"
"Not here." Dean said, "If you want, just come with me and let's find a safe place to discuss the deal. Pay with one hand and deliver the goods with the other."
Brady suddenly laughed out loud, stood up and walked around the desk, walking towards Dean step by step. The sarcasm in his eyes almost overflowed. "Who said I want a ring?"
Dean's heart skipped a beat, the secret passage was not good.
"War and Famine, those two losers, it's useless even if they put the ring back on. They have long become a puddle of mud and collapsed on the ground. It's all thanks to you." Brady stopped in front of Dean, with a cold tone, "I don't want the ring, I want revenge."
As soon as he finished speaking, he punched Dean in the face. Dean was unprepared and staggered back a few steps, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.
Before he could stand still, Brady kicked him in the stomach again. Dean groaned and fell heavily to the ground, his internal organs seemed to have been displaced.
"How do you feel, Dean?" Brady squatted down, patted Dean's face, and said in a joking tone, "To be honest, I have to thank you. Beating you really relieves stress and makes you feel better. After all, you and your brother ruined so many of our plans."
Dean gritted his teeth and got up, turned around and ran out the door.