At this moment, a familiar figure appeared in the rearview mirror.
"It's Haorui!" Sam's eyes lit up and he immediately called Dean to stop.
Dean quickly applied the brakes, and the car slid for a distance before stopping.
Bai Haorui walked over quickly, opened the car door and sat in the back seat, leaning on the back of the chair, closing his eyes and adjusting his breath. His face was pale, with unwiped blood on the corners of his mouth. The monk's robe on his back had several holes, and the bleeding wounds could be faintly seen.
"How are you? Are you injured?" Sam turned around with worry on his face.
"It's okay." Bai Haorui's voice was a little weak, but still steady, "It's just a few miscellaneous fish, all scattered."
Crowley sat next to him, looking at Bai Haorui's appearance, and was secretly shocked. Hundreds of Hellhound plus two leaders were actually killed by him alone. The ability of this Eastern Daoist priest was much more terrifying than he imagined.
There was a sound of gasping in the car, and everyone was in shock.
Brady was completely frightened and huddled in the corner, shivering, no longer as arrogant as before. He honestly raised his head and reported the exact location of Horseman Pestilence in a trembling voice, "Pestilence...Horseman Pestilence is in the Chicago, Niveus Pharmaceuticals headquarters building. Three days later, he will personally launch the national vaccine rollout plan..."
Sam was sitting in the passenger seat, looking back at Bai Haorui's pale face, feeling guilty and heavy in his heart.
He clenched his fists and dug his nails into his palms. He felt that his container plan was right - he could no longer let the people around him get hurt or fight for him. He should bear all the sins and consequences by himself.
"I said Daoist Master Bai, your True Fire is so powerful, why didn't you take it out earlier?" Crowley wiped the dust on his suit and complained casually, "If you had used it sooner, would we have been in such a mess?"
Bai Haorui glanced at him and said nothing.
Crowley immediately closed his mouth and turned his head angrily.
He finally understood that in front of Bai Haorui, it was best to talk less and do more. Otherwise, he would not know how he died.
The car drove around in the dark for more than half an hour, changing three routes in succession. After confirming that there was no trace of someone following behind, it turned into a remote alley in the old city.
There are mottled brick walls on both sides of the alley, covered with dry vines. Half of the street lights overhead are broken, and the dim yellow light is intermittent, cutting the alley into a mixture of light and dark.
Bai Haorui got off the bus first and walked to the alley.
He kneaded the secrets with his fingertips and silently recited the blinding spell in his mouth. A little golden light from his fingertips disappeared into the air. The entrance of the alley was instantly covered with a light mist. Ordinary people passing by would just think it was a dead end and would never pay attention to what was going on inside.
Dean and Sam dragged Brady into the alley. Dean pressed Brady against the cold brick wall with his backhand. Ruby's Knife's blade was firmly pressed against his throat. The cold touch made Brady shiver.
"Why, don't you kill me?" Brady turned his head, looked past Dean, and landed on Sam in the shadow, with a final provocation in his tone, "Sam, that's all you have? Seeing the person who caused you and Jessie to break up, standing in front of you, don't you even have the courage to take action?"
Sam stood in the shadow opposite, half of his face was immersed in darkness, and half of his face was illuminated by street lights. His fists were clenched and loosened, and then loosened and clenched again. His nails dug deeply into his palms, and he was not even aware of the bleeding.
Jessie said the sad eyes when breaking up, the laughter in the college dormitory, the steaming hot cocoa on the Thanksgiving table... countless fragments were jumbled together in his mind, making his temples throb.
The hatred is still there, but it is no longer the rage that burned away all reason.
He thought of Bai Haorui fighting bloody battles in the yard, of Dean stopping him again and again and worrying about him, and of the countless innocent people under Apocalypse.
Hatred is important, but not the most important.
Dean glanced sideways at his brother's face, and moved the dagger in his hand forward half a minute. The blade cut through the skin and oozed blood. "If you keep talking nonsense, I will slit your throat right now."
Bai Haorui leaned against the wall at the entrance of the alley and did not interfere in the confrontation between the two.
His eyebrows Lotus Seal were slightly lit, Divine Sense spread out like a fine net, and he stared at the movement outside the alley. He could feel the hatred and struggle surging in Sam's chest, but he did not speak to dissuade him.
This hurdle must be crossed by Sam yourself. No matter how much others say, it will be useless.
After a long time, Sam took a deep breath and took two steps forward.
He stretched out his hand, held Dean's wrist holding the dagger, and slowly pressed the blade down.
"I won't kill you." His voice was hoarse, but extremely smooth, without any tremors.
Brady was stunned for a moment, and then laughed out loud, as if he had heard a big joke, "What? Are you soft-hearted? Sam·Winchester are still so hypocritical? When Yellow-Eyed Demon chose you as the container, I was really right - you are an indecisive waste at heart."
"It's not soft-hearted." Sam shook his head and looked at him calmly, as if he were looking at an insignificant stranger, "You are right, my life has been played around by you, and what happened to Jessie is also inseparable from my own concealment. But I won't feel any better if I kill you. You are not worth dirtying my hands, let alone me deviating from the path I should take."
He took a step back and raised his chin at Dean: "Let him go."
"Sam? Are you crazy?!" Dean suddenly turned to look at him, his face full of disbelief, "He killed so many people, and almost killed Jessie! You just let him go?"
"Lucifer has decided that he has rebelled, and Hellhound will find him sooner or later." Sam's eyes never left Brady's face, and his tone was calm but with a chill, "He won't live long, there is no need for us to do anything. Falling into the hands of Lucifer will relieve his hatred more than dying under our swords."
Brady The smile on his face froze a little bit.
He had predicted that Sam would either become furious and lose control, or collapse and lose control, but he did not expect that the other party would let him go so calmly.
Compared with the pleasure of dying under the dagger of Sam, falling into the hands of Lucifer and enduring eternal torture is the real life worse than death.
He opened his mouth, wanting to beg for mercy, but swallowed the words as they reached his lips.
Finally, he gritted his teeth, broke away from Dean's hand, turned around and ran into the darkness at the other end of the alley, his steps panicked and he didn't even dare to look back.
Dean frowned and wanted to say something, but was stopped by Sam's eyes.
The moment Brady stepped out of the shadow of the alley, Bai Haorui suddenly frowned and shouted, "Stop!"
It's too late.
Two low and hoarse roars suddenly sounded from the darkness, and two huge black shadows rushed out. They were two stragglers Hellhound. They chased after them following their breath, and their sharp claw tips instantly tore Brady's throat.
Brady fell heavily to the ground without even letting out a scream.
His body was eaten away at a speed visible to the naked eye, leaving only a pool of black blood and a few torn pieces of suit fabric.
The alley was very quiet, with only the sound of the night wind carrying dust passing by.
Sam stood there, quietly looking at the pool of blood at the entrance of the alley. There was no joy of revenge on his face, only an empty look of exhaustion.
Dean also fell silent. He originally thought that Sam would collapse and vent, but looking at his brother's straight back, he just felt panicked in his heart - this kid was forced to grow up by this damn fate after all.
Bai Haorui came over, reached out and patted Sam's shoulder gently. The force was very light, but it had the power of comfort, "Let's go, it's over."
Sam nodded, turned around and followed them out.
Hatred cannot solve any problem. He knows better than ever that the only thing that can truly end all of this is the final ending.
And the container plan hidden in his heart became clearer and firmer.
The car drove for more than an hour, and finally arrived at the motel on the outskirts of the city at around one o'clock in the morning.
The white paint on the exterior wall of the two-story old building has faded to yellow, the neon sign is half broken, and the letters "Motel" are flashing.
The parking lot was empty except for a few old trucks parked in the corner.
They opened two adjoining rooms.
When he pushed the door open, Crowley was already waiting inside, changed into a clean dark gray suit, carrying two unopened bottles of whiskey in his hand, and there were ice cubes and glasses on the table.
Seeing them come in, he raised his eyebrows and whistled in a pretending to be relaxed. "Hey, they're all back in one piece? Not bad, I thought I had to go to the alley to collect the bodies for you."
"Stop talking nonsense." Dean threw the bloody coat on the bed and walked to the table, "Pestilence's position, is Brady right?"
"One hundred percent accurate." Crowley spread out a city map on the table and placed his fingertips heavily on the red mark in the center of the map, "Chicago, Niveus Pharmaceuticals headquarters building. Three days later, Horseman Pestilence will arrive in person to launch the nationwide vaccine distribution plan. At that time, all vaccines will be mixed with an improved version of Croatoan virus. Once spread, half of the United States people will become irrational and violent lunatics within seven days."
Bai Haorui leaned over and looked at the map, his fingertips slowly traced along the Chicago subway lines, and frowned slightly.
He knew very well that the city was intricately connected underground, and there were countless demon dens hidden in abandoned subway tunnels and sewer pipes.
Horseman Pestilence is hiding in a pharmaceutical building, which is easy to defend and difficult to attack. The building is tightly secured and heavily guarded, making it difficult to attack.
"Have you checked the structure of the building? How many underground floors are there, what is the security configuration, and how many demons are there?" Bai Haorui raised his eyes and asked in a serious tone.
"This is what we need to check next." Dean nodded, took out his laptop and put it on the table, "Bobby is already preparing the internal drawings of the pharmaceutical company, as well as employee lists and security schedules. In addition, I checked and found that Niveus has been recruiting security personnel in the past six months. The background checks are very loose. It is estimated that most of them are demons."
Sam came over, stared at the mark on the map, and pointed at the subway station next to the building with his fingertips. "Where is the ventilation duct? Can it be led from the subway tunnel to the underground floor of the building?"
"Difficult." Dean shook his head, "The ventilation system of the pharmaceutical factory has independent filtering devices and infrared sensors. Breaking in will definitely trigger an alarm. And Horseman Pestilence itself is tricky enough. You can't see or touch it, and even a little bit of virus will kill you."