Dean looked at her, was silent for a few seconds, and softened his tone, losing the previous hostility. "I'm not here to judge you. I just want to know who Colt gun sold it to. And who holds my contract."
Bela looked at Dean, with a complex emotion flashing in her eyes. She was silent for a few seconds, walked to the table, picked up a document, and threw it to Dean, with a crisp movement. "Colt gun, I sold it to a red-eyed devil."
Dean took the file, his eyes darkened, and his tone was filled with incredible anger. "Are you crazy? Did you sell a gun that can kill demons to a demon?"
"What can I do? I only have 10 months left!" Bela's voice suddenly increased, with hysterical despair in his tone, "I need money, connections, and a way to break the contract! That gun is the only bargaining chip I can use!"
Dean looked at her hysterical look and was speechless for a moment. He understood this kind of despair all too well, and he understood this feeling of being chased by death and willing to do anything to survive. That feeling of powerlessness can drown people like a tide.
He was silent for a few seconds and then asked again, in a much calmer tone. "Who is the devil holding my contract?"
Bela took a deep breath, looked at Dean, with a bit of solemnity in his eyes, and said word by word, without any ambiguity in his tone. "Lilith."
Dean's pupils suddenly shrank. He looked at Bela in disbelief. His body tensed slightly and he took a step back. There was shock in his tone. "What? Lilith? The new leader of Hell?"
"Yes." Bela nodded with a firm tone, "After Yellow-Eyed Demon died, Hell was in chaos. It was Lilith who took over all the transactions, including yours. She is now the most powerful demon in Hell, and all the demons obey her."
"How did you know?" Dean
"I have been dealing with the devil for 10 years, Dean." Bela's tone was self-deprecating, "I know a lot more than you think. I also know that she is particularly concerned about your contract. She keeps an eye on it personally to ensure that you make Hell on time."
Dean took a step back and leaned against the wall, his mind going blank. Hell's new leader, one of the most powerful demons in the legend. Colt gun is gone, and he doesn't even have the leverage to fight.
Bela looked at his devastated look, with a trace of imperceptible calculation flashing in her eyes. She walked quietly to the door, quietly held the door lock with her hand, and clasped the iron chain outside the door with her fingertips.
"Dean, I know this is hard to accept." Her tone was somewhat falsely soothing, "But you still have time, there are still three weeks, you can find a way."
Dean suddenly came back to his senses and looked at Bela, his eyes instantly full of vigilance. "Why are you telling me this? What is your purpose?"
"The purpose? Of course it is to stop you from bothering me again." Bela raised a sly smile on his lips, opened the door suddenly, and backed out, "Goodbye, Dean. I wish you a happy stay at Hell."
With a "click", the door was locked from the outside by Bela. The sound of the iron chain could be heard clearly, locking the door firmly.
Dean rushed over and pulled the door hard, but it couldn't be opened at all. The door handle didn't move at all. He banged on the door crazily and roared, veins popping out on his forehead. "Bela! You bitch! Open the door! Open the door!"
Bela's footsteps were heard coming away from the door, and her voice with a smile was getting farther and farther away, "Don't waste your efforts, Dean. The hotel's security will come soon to catch you, a lunatic who broke into a private house. Enjoy it."
Dean was so angry that he punched the door.
Bela walked in the corridor of the hotel and walked quickly to the elevator, with mixed emotions in his tone, and a hint of guilt. I'm sorry, Dean. I can only do this. I don't want to die, I have to live. Lilith wants your life. If I hold you back for her, she can give me a little more time. I'm sorry.
Deep in the black pine forest, the sky gradually darkened. The last rays of the setting sun were swallowed up by the dense trees, and the forest fell into darkness. Only Benton's cabin and the pale light of the operating room shone through the window, making it particularly dazzling in the darkness.
In the woods outside the hut, Bai Haorui was leaning on a thick pine tree, with his feet shoulder-width apart, his hands making quick gestures in front of him, and the golden True Fire gleam on his fingertips formed an invisible barrier, tightly wrapping the entire hut. This is Spirit-Locking Array in "Three Altars Body-Refining True Fire Art". It can not only prevent the evil atmosphere inside from leaking out, but also prevent the people inside from escaping. Once Benton wants to break out, it will be burned by Pure Yang True Fire.
The golden light between his eyebrows rose sharply, and "Three Altars Body-Refining True Fire Art" was running at full capacity. Divine Sense covered the entire hut and the one kilometer surrounding forest. No movement could escape his perception. Even the movement of squirrels running through the forest were clearly reflected in his mind. He spoke to the hidden in his ears. Duoli's miniature headset lowered her voice and spoke calmly, but with unquestionable instructions. "Sam, the barrier has been set up, Benton hasn't come back yet, and there is no other movement around. You can go in, pay attention to safety, and come out immediately after getting the formula."
The response from Sam came from the headset. The voice was very soft and a little nervous. "Roger. I'm in."
The back door of the hut was gently pushed open by Sam. He held a silver dagger in his hand and wore the amulet given by Bai Haorui close to his body. He slipped in quietly. The hut was filled with a strong smell of disinfectant and blood, mixed with the smell of rot, which was nauseating. Sam subconsciously held his breath and stepped softer.
He walked slowly along the wall to the door of the operating room and looked in through the crack in the door. The operating room was empty, with only a cold stainless steel operating table. The shelves next to it were filled with various old surgical instruments, which shone coldly. On the shelves beside the wall, there were more than a dozen glass jars filled with formalin, which contained various human organs - hearts, livers, kidneys, and even eyeballs, which glowed strangely under the pale light.
Sam gently pushed open the door of the operating room and walked in. His eyes quickly scanned the entire room, and finally landed on an iron cabinet next to the operating table. The iron cabinet was an old-fashioned safe style, locked, and looked very old, but it was extremely strong and was obviously used to store important things.
He took out the dagger, inserted it into the keyhole, pried it a few times, and put his ear against the lock to listen. There was a soft "click" sound, and the lock was pried open. He opened the door of the iron cabinet and found a stack of yellowed notebooks inside, as well as several glass bottles sealed with black stoppers, which contained an unknown dark green liquid, which was the immortality potion of Benton.
Sam picked up the notebook at the top. The cover had "Eternal Life Experiment Record" written in cursive characters, which was the handwriting of Benton. He quickly opened the notebook, which was filled with dense alchemical formulas, detailed surgical records, and the complete Immortality Technique formula and operation steps. Every page was clearly written, and even the details of organ replacement and the technique of devouring souls were clearly marked.
Sam's breathing suddenly became rapid, his hands trembled slightly, and he flipped through the pages of his notebook, his eyes full of ecstasy, and his heart beat so fast that it almost jumped out of his throat.
"I found it... I really found it... Dean, you are saved..." He whispered to himself, his voice trembling slightly with excitement.
The voice of Bai Haorui suddenly came from the headset. "Sam!! Benton is back! He is less than 50 meters away from the hut!! Hurry! Find a place to hide first and I will come right away!"
Sam's body tensed up instantly. He immediately closed the notebook, stuffed it into his backpack, and zipped it up. He looked around quickly, and finally hid in the storage cabinet next to the operating room. He gently closed the cabinet door, leaving only a very thin gap, and observed the movement outside. He held his breath, and even his heartbeat deliberately slowed down.
A few seconds later, the front door of the cabin was pushed open, and there were heavy footsteps and the deep, emotionless voice of Benton.
Benton walked in. He was still wearing the yellowing surgical clothes and was carrying a black medical box in his hand. There was a slight shaking sound in the box, which was obviously the surgical instruments that had just been used. He put the medical box on the operating table and took off his mask, revealing an old but extremely tough face, full of wrinkles, but his eyes were as sharp as an eagle, cold and without any emotion, like a piece of ice that has not melted for thousands of years.
He turned around, walked to the operating table, and opened the curtain next to it. Behind the curtain, the jogger who was tied to the operating table that morning was still tied to it. His face was as pale as paper and he was very weak. His mouth was stuffed with cloth and he couldn't make any sound. He could only make whimpering sounds, and his eyes were filled with tears of despair.
"Stop struggling. Struggle will only make you more painful." Benton looked at the jogger, his tone was terrifyingly calm, as if he was talking about an insignificant item, "Your heart is very healthy and perfect. It just so happens that my heart is not working very well recently and I need to get a new one."
The jogger's eyes widened in an instant, and his body struggled wildly. The belt was so tight that his skin was broken, and he let out a desperate whimper. Tears flowed down his cheeks crazily, but he could only make a thin sound.
Benton picked up the scalpel and wiped it under the shadowless lamp. The blade shone with a cold light, and his tone remained calm, with a kind of morbid paranoia. "You should feel honored. Your heart will continue to beat in my body for more than ten years, or even longer. This is not death, but another form of immortality."
In the gap of the storage cabinet, Sam watched this scene, clenching his fists tightly, his knuckles turned white, his eyes full of anger, his hand quietly touched the dagger on his waist, ready to rush out at any time.
Bai Haorui's low voice came from the headset, with a stern warning that was undeniable. "Sam! Don't be impulsive! If you rush out now, not only will you not be able to save that person, but you will also expose yourself, and you won't be able to bring out the formula! Wait for my signal, and we will attack from both front and back to capture him!"
Sam took a deep breath, suppressed the urge to rush out, and continued to hide in the storage cabinet, observing Benton's movements, his knuckles turning white from the exertion.
Benton picked up an anesthetic needle, filled it with anesthetic, and stabbed it into the jogger's neck. At this moment, his movements suddenly stopped, his nose moved slightly, and his eyes instantly became alert, like a beast that smelled the scent of prey.
"Come out." His tone was cold, and he said to the empty room, "I smell your scent. The smell of strangers, and the smell of witcher gunpowder."
Sam's body tensed up instantly, and he hid in the storage cabinet, holding his breath, and even his heartbeat stopped for half a beat.
Benton slowly turned around, holding a scalpel in his hand, and walked towards the storage cabinet step by step. His steps were very light, but it was like stepping on a person's heart, and his eyes were as cold as a knife.
"Stop hiding. I know you're in there." His tone was a little playful, like a cat chasing a mouse, "He's a boy from the Winchester family, right? John·Winchester. Many years ago, he almost killed me. Unfortunately, he still didn't expect that I could still live after taking out my heart."
He walked to the storage cabinet door, stopped, raised the scalpel in his hand, and pointed the tip of the knife at the cabinet door, ready to stab it in at any time.
In the storage cabinet, Sam gripped the dagger tightly, tensed his body, and was ready to rush out. All the muscles in his body were tense.
Suddenly there was a deafening loud noise outside the hut, and the front door of the hut exploded with a burst of golden flames, splinters of wood and planks flying! The whole hut shook, and the glass jars on the wall clanged.
Benton turned around suddenly and looked at the door warily, clutching the scalpel tightly in his hand, his body in a defensive posture, and a trace of panic flashed in his eyes.
Bai Haorui stood at the door, wearing a black jacket, tall and tall, with a faint golden halo glowing all over his body. He quickly kneaded his hands in front of him, and a fist-sized pale golden Three Altars Body-Refining True Fire condensed in his palms. Flames beat in his palms, pure The yang aura instantly swept through the entire hut, making Benton almost breathless, and even the scalpel in his hand trembled slightly. The fifth level of True Fire pressure has a natural suppressive force on people who rely on yin evil magic to survive.
"Benton." Bai Haorui's tone was cold, with the pressure of a huge force, every word was like hitting the ground, "You have lived for two hundred years, survived by robbing other people's lives, and devoured other people's souls to extend your own life. Are you worthy of talking about eternal life?"
At the moment when Benton was shocked by Bai Haorui's coercion, the door of the storage cabinet was suddenly opened, and Sam rushed out, pointing the dagger in his hand at Benton. He and Bai Haorui formed a front-to-back pincer attack, tightly surrounding Benton in the middle, with no way to retreat.
"The game is over, Benton." Sam's tone was cold and angry.
Benton looked at the two people attacking him from behind, but he didn't panic at all. A strange smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he slowly took a step back, leaning on the operating table. His eyes fell on Sam, and like a poisonous snake, he accurately found his weak spot.
"Two young boys also want to interfere with my affairs?" His tone was sarcastic, "Winchester, I know what you want. You want my immortality formula and want to save your brother who is about to get Hell, right?"
Sam's pupils suddenly shrank, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes, and the hand holding the dagger moved slightly.
"I can give it to you." Benton continued, his tone was extremely bewitching, like a poisonous snake tempting Adam Eve, "The complete formula, all the surgical steps, and I can even personally teach you how to operate it and how to swallow the soul to maintain body activity. As long as you let me go."
"You're dreaming." Sam's tone was firm, but with a hint of unnoticeable wavering.
"Stop pretending, kid." Benton smiled, and the tone of his tone became more bewitching, "You know better than anyone else that this is the only way to save your brother. No one can give you this chance except me. Think about it, in three weeks, he will be pregnant with Hell and will never be reincarnated. Are you just going to watch him die?"
Sam's hands were trembling slightly, his eyes were full of struggle, reason and obsession were tugging at him crazily in his mind.
Bai Haorui noticed his wavering and immediately took a step forward. The amount of True Fire in his palm instantly surged, and the golden flame illuminated the entire operating room. The pure Yang pressure increased again, interrupting Benton's bewitchment and pulling Sam back from the struggle.
"Shut up!" Bai Haorui's tone was cold, with an unquestionable warning, his eyes locked on Benton, like staring at a prey waiting to be slaughtered, "Sam, don't listen to him! This spell is not immortal at all, it turns him into an inhuman monster! Do you want Dean to become like him, living by stealing other people's organs and lives, living in darkness, and burdened with countless lives?"
"Young boy, what do you know?" Benton sneered and looked at Bai Haorui with a mocking tone, "Eternal life comes with a price. Isn't it worth paying a little price for eternal life and being with the person you care about forever?"
Before he finished speaking, Benton took advantage of the moment when the two were distracted, grabbed a bottle of high-concentration anesthetic on the operating table, and threw it at Sam's face! At the same time, he turned around, picked up another spare scalpel, and rushed towards the window like crazy, trying to break the window and escape.
Bai Haorui has sharp eyes and quick hands. He waved his hand violently and pulled Sam behind him with his left hand, avoiding the flying anesthetic bottle. At the same time, in the palm of his right hand True Fire flew out in an instant and turned into a two-meter-high wall of fire, blocking the window tightly. The golden flames burned blazingly, and the pure Yang breath rushed towards his face. As long as Benton dared to touch it, he would be burned to ashes in an instant.
The anesthetic bottle hit the wall and shattered into pieces. The liquid splashed all over the floor, and the smell of anesthetic spread instantly.
Benton was blocked by a wall of fire and was forced to stop. Looking at the blazing golden flames, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes - he could feel that the pure yang breath in the flames was the natural nemesis of his yin and evil magic. Just a little bit of it could destroy his two hundred years of cultivation.
He turned around suddenly and looked at the two of them, his eyes full of sternness and madness, like a beast that was cornered. He roared angrily and rushed towards Sam who was closer to him with a scalpel, "Since you are looking for death, then I will help you!"
Sam immediately raised his dagger, went forward, and fought with Benton. Although Benton had lived for two hundred years, he was extremely strong and well aware of the weaknesses of the human body. The scalpel in his hand was deadly, and he specialized in picking out Sam's vital points. He and Sam were fighting inextricably.
Bai Haorui stood aside, with a very thin wisp of True Fire condensing from his fingertips, ready to support at any time, but did not take action rashly to avoid accidentally injuring Sam. His eyes were firmly locked on the two fighting people, Divine Sense captured every move of Benton, and accurately found his flaw.
The moment Benton raised his hand and stabbed Sam's chest with the scalpel, True Fire from Bai Haorui's fingertips suddenly flew out, like a golden laser, and accurately hit Benton's wrist holding the scalpel.
With a "sizzle", the golden True Fire instantly burned Benton's wrist, and the flesh was instantly blackened. He let out a scream that was so shrill that it broke the sound. The scalpel in his hand fell to the ground with a "clang", and his wrist hung down weakly, completely useless.
Sam seized the opportunity and punched Benton in the face, knocking him to the ground. He immediately rushed forward, pressed his knees against Benton's back, put his hands behind his back, and cuffed him firmly with handcuffs. His movements were crisp and clean.
Benton was lying on the ground, struggling wildly, but couldn't move at all. He raised his head and looked at Sam, his eyes full of resentment and madness, and roared like crazy, "You will regret it! Winchester! You will watch your brother die! Only I can save him! Only me!"
"I will not let my brother become a monster like you." Sam looked at him with cold eyes and a firm tone.
Bai Haorui walked to the operating table, untied the belt that tied the jogger, pulled off the cloth in his mouth, and said in a gentle and soothing tone, "It's okay, you're safe. We'll take you to the hospital now."
The jogger looked at the scene in front of him, his body kept trembling, tears flowed down crazily, and he kept saying "thank you", his voice was so hoarse from the long roar that it was almost inaudible.
Sam stood up and looked at Benton who was roaring crazily on the ground. He took a deep breath and turned to look at Bai Haorui: "What should he do?"
"He has harmed so many people and deserves it." Bai Haorui looked at Benton with a cold tone without any mercy. "Your father wrote in his diary that the core of his Immortality Technique is the immortality potion he refined himself and hid in his laboratory. If the potion is destroyed, he will grow old and die like ordinary people. The rest can be left to the police and let him slowly die of old age in prison."
Sam nodded, took out Benton's notebook from his backpack, and the immortality potion found in the iron cabinet, and put them all together. He looked at the cover of the notebook, with a trace of struggle still in his eyes, and his fingertips lightly scratched the cover, but there was no movement.
Bai Haorui walked up to him, patted his shoulder, and said nothing. He knew that the obsession in Sam's heart would not be let go so easily.
The sky outside the window turned completely dark, and the wind in the forest howled, making the windows rattle. Under the pale light of the operating room, Benton's roar continued, but it seemed so weak, like the wail of a bereaved dog.
In the hotel room, Dean finally broke the door lock with a fire ax and leaned against the wall panting. His hands were covered with dust and scars, and the wounds on his knuckles were still oozing blood. The hotel security was rushing upstairs, so he cursed, turned around and ran down the fire escape. His movements were crisp and smooth, and he successfully got rid of the chasing security.
He got into the Chevrolet Impala, and as soon as he started the car, his cell phone rang. It was Bobby. He pressed the answer button, and his tone was filled with exhaustion and suppressed anger. "Bobby."
"Dean? How are you?" Bobby was on the other end of the phone, with an urgent tone, "Rufus called me and said you went to see Bela."
"I'm fine." Dean's tone was sarcastic, he started the car and drove out of the hotel parking lot, "I was locked in the hotel room by that bitch, and the security guard almost arrested me as a lunatic."
Bobby sighed with a helpless tone, "I knew this would happen. What did she tell you?"
Dean's tone was low. "She said that the devil holding my contract is Lilith."
Bobby on the other end of the phone was silent for a moment. "What? Lilith? Are you sure she didn't lie to you?"
"I don't think she lied to me." Dean's tone was self-deprecating, "After Yellow-Eyed Demon died, Hell has been in chaos. Only Lilith has this I have the ability to take over all transactions and keep an eye on my contract. Bobby, we are finished. Colt gun is gone. Our opponent is the new leader of Hell. We seem to be unable to win."
"Don't talk nonsense, Dean. It's not over until we reach the last step." Bobby's tone immediately became firm, with unquestionable comfort, "What about Lilith? She is also a devil and has weaknesses. We still have three weeks, and we can always think of a way."
"What can be done?" Dean's tone was extremely tired, "Sam is now focused on chasing the Ripper and whatever he wants to do Immortality Technique, I can't stop him. I'm really afraid that he will do something stupid."
"Sam, don't worry too much." Bobby's tone became serious, "With Bai Haorui by his side, nothing will happen. That kid Bai Haorui is much more stable than you think. He will keep an eye on Sam. You should hurry back to Erie City and join them. Don't carry it alone, you know?"
Dean was silent for a few seconds, looked at the dark road ahead, and nodded. "Okay. I understand. Thanks, Bobby."
"Why are you being polite to me?" Bobby's tone was a little gentler, "Take care of yourself, Dean."
After hanging up the phone, Dean threw the phone on the passenger seat, stepped on the accelerator, and the Chevrolet Impala sped on the road, heading in the direction of Erie City. The night shrouded the road, and only the car lights illuminated a small patch of road ahead. Like his life at the moment, there was no end in sight, only darkness.