Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

Sam, like a caged beast, let out another low growl. He used another vial of the potion provided by Wu Heng, and his mind immediately calmed down.

Dean looked at his brother with worry in his eyes, but in the end he just patted him on the shoulder.

"Perhaps we need to ask Lor for a solution to completely resolve the problem in your body, otherwise something bad will happen sooner or later."

Sam nodded in agreement.

If Dean had said someone else's name, Crowley might have laughed, wondering how a human could possibly solve such a problem.

But when it came to Lor Morric, even Castio, an angel, and Crowley, the 'Crossroads Demon,' didn't say anything, tacitly agreeing with Dean's words.

It seems that the Demon Hunter guild leader himself represents 'possibility'.

Crowley's expression suddenly changed, and he looked around as if he had noticed something.

With a grim face, he said to the crowd, "I have a feeling that hellhounds are approaching here. I may be being targeted."

"The situation is special right now, I can't be discovered. I'll go first, you guys should leave quickly too, it looks like we'll have to find another safe house again."

After Crowley finished speaking, he disappeared on the spot.

As he left, the stagnant air in the abandoned slaughterhouse hadn't completely dissipated. Just as everyone was recovering, Dean suddenly slapped his thigh: "Chicago, those vaccines must be disposed of immediately!"

Upon hearing this, Sam and his two companions felt a chill run down their spines. These vaccines were indeed of utmost importance and had to be expedited to get out of the country. They absolutely could not be allowed to leak out, otherwise, it would be impossible to stop them.

Whether humanity can find a cure for the plague laced with the Plague Knight's magic remains to be seen.

Without a moment's hesitation, the four-person team immediately took action.

Sam climbed into the driver's seat, and the impala let out a low growl, tearing through the night as it sped off toward Chicago.

They took turns driving and arrived at Nivea Warehouse 3 in the Riverside District as the first rays of sunlight shone on Lake Michigan the following morning.

The warehouse was quite large, surrounded by barbed wire, and guarded at the entrance by two men in security uniforms with a blank, almost inhuman look in their eyes.

Several large refrigerated trucks have started their engines and are conducting final checks before loading.

“Let’s split up.” Dean quickly devised a plan. “Bobby and I will create chaos from the front and draw their attention.”

"Cass, find a chance to take care of the driver or sabotage the vehicle's engine; Sam, when the time is right, use your abilities to get the loaded vaccines back to the warehouse!"

The plan is simple and straightforward.

Dean and Bobby swaggered toward the main entrance, and Bobby's shotgun blasted the lock off, the loud noise immediately attracting the attention of all the "guards".

They instantly revealed their hideous faces, their eyes rolling back to black; they were all low-level demons possessing human bodies!
"It's the Witcher! Kill them!" the demon guards roared as they charged forward.

A direct firefight erupted instantly.

Dean's twin pistols and Bobby's shotgun unleashed raging flames, and silver-plated bullets and salt bullets effectively halted the demon's charge.

At the same time, Castio moved like a ghost, using vehicles and containers as cover, and quickly approached the refrigerated trucks.

His palm glowed faintly as he pressed it against the hood. The intricate internal parts instantly twisted and deformed under the power of the angel, emitting a piercing metallic scraping sound.

In the chaos, Sam crept into a blind spot on the side of the warehouse.

He closed his eyes, concentrated his mind, and carefully guided the power within him that originated from his demonic bloodline.

He did not release it completely, but instead condensed it into invisible, precise tentacles of intention.

Through the open roller shutter door of the warehouse, he could 'see' the cardboard boxes already loaded with pallets, printed with the words 'Nivea Swine Flu Vaccine'. "Get up!" Sam thought to himself.

The heavy vaccine cartons were lifted up as if by an invisible hand, floating lightly off the pallets, tracing arcs as they flew back into the warehouse, where they were gently placed on top of the other vaccine cartons that had been piled up, causing a mess.

"what happened?!"

The demon leader, who was fighting Dean, noticed something amiss, turned around, and was filled with shock and rage.

"Now!" Dean roared.

The four men quickly retreated into the warehouse, fighting as they went.

Upon entering the warehouse, Bobby, with his sharp eyes, immediately spotted several barrels of industrial solvents and a large quantity of packaging foam plastic piled in the corner.

“Use this!” Bobby shouted. “Sam, mix that stuff with the gasoline!”

"Destroy all these vaccines in a sealed, enclosed room using high temperatures."

Crowley had mentioned this before: the intense heat of the flames was enough to destroy the virus inside.

Upon hearing this, Sam once again used his mind to unscrew the lid of the flammable solvent container.

Working with Dean, who controlled the gasoline, they splashed the mixed flammable liquid everywhere, especially in areas where vaccines were piled up.

"Retreat!" Dean lit a gasoline-soaked rag and threw it forcefully at the pile of vaccines.

boom--!

Flames erupted instantly, the mixture of chemical solvents giving the flames an eerie blue-green hue and emitting a pungent odor. The fire spread rapidly, quickly engulfing the sealed cold storage room containing the vaccine that contained the demonic plague.

The high temperature ignited the foam plastic, producing a large amount of thick smoke, and the entire warehouse was quickly engulfed in flames.

The remaining demons were wiped out by the flames and the demon hunters' counterattack.

The four quickly evacuated the scene, with flames shooting into the sky behind them. The fire alarm had been destroyed, and there was no alarm sounding at all despite the raging fire.

“Next stop,” Sam said, sitting in the driver’s seat with a determined look in his eyes, “to continue investigating the situation in Tranquil Valley.”

Tranquility Valley Sanatorium is located in a remote hilly area. Its name is poetic, but the atmosphere is so deathly quiet that it is suffocating.

The main buildings are several interconnected, gray-white buildings with a history of over a hundred years, and the walls are covered with withered vines.

The surrounding trees were bare, and even the birdsong could not be heard.

The four men hid the impala in the woods far from the road and approached it on foot.

They observed staff in white caregiver uniforms pushing stretchers, frequently moving between the main building and another, more dilapidated annex building with its windows sealed off.

The human-shaped object on the stretcher was covered by a white sheet and remained motionless, but occasionally one could see hands or feet peeking out from under the sheet, which appeared unnaturally bluish-gray or strangely swollen.

There were also people wearing protective suits and gas masks carrying items that were clearly corpses toward the morgue in the basement.

“Like an assembly line,” Bobby said in a low, heavy voice, “going in to ‘process’ and coming out to ‘waste’.”

Using Castio's brief interference with the surveillance equipment and Dean's skillful lock-picking techniques, they sneaked into the basement morgue through an abandoned ventilation duct.

The morgue was bone-chillingly cold, the air thick with the smell of formaldehyde and an indescribable, cloying, putrid odor. (End of Chapter)