Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

"I have to do something to protect myself, like helping you completely seal Lucifer, otherwise there will be no place for me in hell!"

He lowered his voice, with a hint of seduction: "Think about it, Lilith was the first demon Lucifer created with human souls, just like Adam was to God, she was of extraordinary significance. If I killed her, would Lucifer spare me if he knew the truth?"

The four exchanged glances, their suspicions not entirely dispelled.

Dean pulled out his encrypted phone and dialed Wu Heng's number.

After a brief exchange, Dean hung up the phone and nodded slightly to the others: "He confirmed it, regarding Lilith."

Crowley breathed a sigh of relief.

Based on Crowley's intelligence, they quickly located Brady, the Plague Knight's representative.

Sam discovers that this person is actually his classmate from college, the guy who introduced Jessica to him as his girlfriend.

Brady's current identity is that of a senior executive at Nivea Pharmaceuticals, but in reality, he serves the Knights of the Apocalypse, responsible for executing the virus spread plan and keeping track of the Knights' whereabouts.

Inside a secluded booth at an upscale restaurant.

Dean, dressed in an expensive borrowed suit and with his hair meticulously combed, played the role of a speculative businessman seeking self-preservation amidst apocalyptic panic.

“I’m fed up with this life of constant fear,” Dean said in a low voice, his face displaying a perfect mix of greed and fear. “Heaven or hell, I don’t care who wins. I can give you the ring, as long as you promise me a safe place in the Plague Knight’s new world.”

He pushed a fake ring box slightly towards him.

Brady's eyes were shrewd, tinged with a businessman's feigned enthusiasm.

He scrutinized Dean.

A faint, almost imperceptible demonic sense swept over Dean, attempting to probe his background. However, the faint angelic power within Dean was perfectly masked by the scent of the 'exorcism potion' provided by Wu Heng.
There was not a trace of the demon hunter's murderous aura about him.

A flicker of doubt crossed Brady's eyes, but he wasn't entirely convinced.

He leaned forward slightly, his tone dismissive: "War and famine? Hmph, their power has waned, so getting the ring back is of little use."

“But Lord Plague is different,” he said with a smug look on his face. “His plan is nearing completion, and soon a virus called ‘Clottoan’ will be distributed to the world through our improved ‘swine flu vaccine’.”

"In just one week, most of humanity will turn into bloodthirsty madmen, and before long, we will have a clean new world!"

Dean was shocked, but he tried his best to maintain a greedy expression: "This is amazing! What about my spot?"

Just as Dean was trying to get more information about the exact location of the vaccine distribution center, Brady's smile vanished instantly, replaced by a cold sneer.

"Enough, Winchester!" Brady jumped up and punched Dean hard in the face, knocking him and his chair to the ground.

"You think your pathetic acting skills can fool me?"

"What I want isn't the ring, it's revenge. Your bastard brother John ruined Lord Azazel's plans back then, and now it's time for you to pay the price!"

Dean struggled to get up and fight back, but suddenly felt weak. The angelic power within him seemed to be frozen and completely subsided.

“Demon Plague. You’ve poisoned me!” He realized the faint, strange odor permeating the air.

“That’s right, a little gift specially prepared for you!” Brady stepped forward with a sneer.

Just as he was about to deliver the fatal blow to Dean, the ventilation duct cover on the restaurant ceiling suddenly fell down. Crowley, like a nimble fat man, leaped down from it and precisely placed a specially made cloth bag, the inside of which was engraved with demonic traps, over Brady's head.

"Ugh!" Brady let out a muffled groan as his demonic power was instantly suppressed.

Crowley didn't stop moving. He pulled out an obsidian dagger and swiftly carved a complex rune on Brady's chest, completely blocking his chances of escaping in smoke or teleporting.

Deprived of his power, Brady was like a lamb to the slaughter, bound tightly by Dean and Crowley with guild-specific chains and stuffed into the not-so-spacious trunk of the Impala.

Crowley led the group to one of his secret hideouts, an abandoned slaughterhouse, where the air still carried a faint smell of blood and rust.

Just as Brady was tied to the cold meat hook, a chilling, low howl suddenly came from the outside of the slaughterhouse.

Crowley gave a sly smile: "A little push, Mr. Brady. I wiped out a nearby den of unruly demons and, incidentally, spread the word that Mr. Brady, well, has decided to switch sides with us."

As Brady, who was tied up, heard the howling of the hounds getting closer, his face instantly drained of color.

He could be killed by the Witcher, but if Lucifer considered him a traitor and he fell into the hands of the Hellhounds, it would be eternal torment.

"No, no! You can't do this!" Brady struggled in terror.

Sam stepped forward, his figure casting a heavy shadow in the dim light.

He looked down at Brady, his eyes filled with years of pent-up pain and anger, his voice as cold as the Siberian wind: "Jessica, do you remember her?"

Brady's eyes flickered as he tried to argue.

Sam gave him no chance, pressing a demonic dagger to his throat, while the scratching and howling of hellhounds could be heard almost outside the door.

Under the dual pressure of the threat of death and the extreme fear of betraying Lucifer, Brady's psychological defenses completely collapsed.

“I’ll talk! I’ll talk!” he cried, tears streaming down his face. “The Plague Lord is at the Tranquil Valley Sanatorium.”

"He's using the alias Dr. Green to conduct final live experiments on the patients there. The vaccine distribution center is at Nivea Warehouse 3 in Chicago's Riverside area. Mass loading will begin tomorrow at noon; any later and it will be too late!"

Having obtained the crucial information, Sam could no longer conceal the murderous intent in his eyes.

"Sam." Dean noticed that something was wrong with his brother and tried to stop him.

But Sam only glanced back at Dean, his eyes filled with resolute sorrow and unwavering determination: "He deserves to die, Dean!"

This is the price he has to pay for killing Jessica, and it's what he owes me.

Before he could finish speaking, Sam's demon dagger had already plunged into Brady's heart.

"Ah—!" Brady let out a shrill scream, his body convulsed violently, his eyes instantly turned pitch black, and the true face of a demon emerged from beneath his skin.

His body rotted and twisted, eventually turning into a pool of ashes amidst his agonizing cries.

Sam pulled out his dagger, slightly out of breath.

Slaying his enemy brought a moment of exhilaration, but it was quickly followed by the familiar burning and restlessness of the demonic blood within him, stirred by the killing. (End of Chapter)