Located on a private estate in Brooklyn, New York, this palatial villa is brightly lit.

In a brightly lit living room in the villa, a young man in a suit is looking down at a bald man in pajamas sitting on a white sofa.

"The boss asked you to send five new souls in three days, and she said that because of that pumpkin head, they are obviously understaffed and must be recruited from hell."

"She also said that although Heaven said that it would not interfere with us to break His Majesty Lucifer's seal, it could not be ruled out that there were angels who made their own decisions, or that Heaven would regret it, so I asked you to tell your chess pieces to keep an eye on the angels' actions, and if there is any unexpected situation, you need to notify her as soon as possible."

"Of course, of course," said the bald Crowley, who was sitting on the sofa, with a straight face, "It has always been my honor to serve Her Majesty the great and beautiful Lilith. ”

When the words fell, his face changed, he stared at the subordinate in a black suit in front of him, shrugged his nose, frowned, and said, "Communicate with human blood again?" ”

"Yes." The other party replied in a low voice.

"Why do you always use this old-fashioned method that affects your own image?" Crowley's voice was a little displeased: "You have to remember that we are businessmen, not those reckless people who only know how to do things. Businessmen must strictly maintain their image, otherwise how can we do business? ”

The subordinates were full of innocence when they heard this: "However, the boss doesn't have a phone there." ”

"Yes." Crowley blinked, but did not look embarrassed, but said with an unchanged face: "It seems that the Christmas gift for His Majesty this Christmas has a suitable target." “

When the "Christmas ......" subordinates heard this, they couldn't help but say, "Sir, isn't it a little strange for the devil to spend Christmas?" ”

"What's strange." Crowley said as he picked up the wine glass on the coffee table and took a sip of red wine, and then said, "Demons also need to be happy for the holidays." ”

"I think we're better suited to Halloween."

"It's the simple cuties who love Halloween." Crowley said, suddenly tilting his head and pricking up his ears, and a look of strangeness appeared on his face.

After waving his hand to signal his men to stand down, he touched his chin.

"The sudden call at night, it seems that Dagon has been solved by him, alas, the young man now, it's really terrible."

"But you think you'll be able to fool me by using Dean for a ceremony? Gee. ”

"Pan is a human who has been in contact with you, and we will ignore it now."

With a soft snort, Crowley raised his goblet and drank the red wine leisurely. However, at this moment, relying on his keen five senses, he suddenly heard the dissatisfied voice of a certain subordinate outside.

"He's so selfish, the area of Aurora has already been assigned to me, why does he want to grab it if he wants to?"

"Because he wants to grab it."

"It's not fair, I'm going to report him to the boss."

"The premise is that the boss is willing to see you."

"The boss will definitely see me, ...... last time"

……

The burst of words made Crowley's little good mood that had just risen quietly dissipate, and he sat back on the sofa, and he unconsciously sneered.

"Complaining all day long about unfairness, unreasonableness, few benefits, many rules, balabala ......"

"Think it's the U.S. Congress?"

"What an idiot, if I hadn't stopped you just now, you would have died a long time ago."

……

As soon as they drove to the motel where Dean and the others were, Charles saw a mother and daughter arguing quietly under the hotel sign.

"Are you embarrassed to say me? If it weren't for that pumpkin head, you'd have died! ”

"No one knows what will happen until we go in, so although we make mistakes, this thing is normal, but since you know how dangerous it is there and break in, isn't it reckless?"

"I'm worried about you!"

"If you really ......"

……

The surrounding area was relatively quiet, so the muffled noise still lingered in his ears, and after a few glances from afar, Charles did not prepare to climb up, but drove to a parking space in front of the hotel.

Bobby, who was standing in the doorway not far away, saw Charles' arrival, so he withdrew his gaze from the mother and daughter and greeted him with a smile.

"I love your new shoes, Charles."

"Thanks, I think it's okay." Charles unconsciously looked down at his newly purchased white sneakers, but he didn't notice anything good.

"Where did you go some time ago?"

"A friend asked me to help, but I was trapped in the mountains and forests for a while."

"That's unfortunate......"

During the greetings, a large man walked out of the hotel.

"Thank you, Charles!" The first thing the other party said was this, and the tone of his speech was extremely sincere, and his expression was full of seriousness.

Sam, an honest boy, is fooled by Dean into saying that it was because of the angel Casidio, and in fact, if things go well, the angel can indeed save him.

Therefore, Charles, who introduced the angel, will naturally be thanked.

In reality, however......

"Poor baby." He sighed secretly, but on the surface he responded as usual.

However, he was not much interested in talking, so after a few words of greeting Sam, he followed the guidance of old Bobby and found the angel Cassideo in a room in the hotel.

Then he received the other party's slightly suspicious words.

"Have you, well, I mean, have you ever seen a giant with a pumpkin head?"

Obviously, the angel was a little suspicious of something, but for Charles, it was actually simple to try to fool him.

"Pumpkin head?"

"That's right, pumpkin head, white suit, and a pair of weird wings on the back......"

"I haven't seen it." Charles replied, "What, that thing provoked you?" ”

"Not really." Cassidian shook his head: "He actually helped us a lot. ”

As he spoke, he seemed to feel that he was thinking too much, so he shook his head, and then asked in a low voice, "What are your plans?" ”

Naturally, he asked about something that was targeted by the archangels. In fact, this is why he suspects that Charles is the pumpkin head.

It's just that even the angels aren't entirely sure about this, they just doubt it - Charr's destiny makes him not afraid of being detected in his normal state.

"Intended?"

Charles hadn't really thought about it, what could he say?

Things work themselves out?

Otherwise, there is no other way, the angels are not on Earth now, except that they came to find Charles, and Charles have nowhere to look for them.

So he replied, "What you have to do, I'll talk about it when I come." ”

Seeing Charles' face as usual, Angel Thursday was a little puzzled: "You don't seem to be worried?" ”

"What's the use of worrying." Charles shrugged.

Actually, he wasn't really worried.

Right now, unless those angels appear behind them in an instant and stab themselves in an instant, they can't kill themselves at all.

Relying on the True Eye, relying on teleportation, relying on the world of A Song of Ice and Fire, and even relying on his spiritual power, which is not much weaker than the minion angels, there is actually nothing to fear when dealing with those angels who have many weaknesses.

As for the fact that they would actually come to assassinate them, Charles felt that it was unlikely, although the contact time was short, these angels obviously did not take humans very seriously, and it seemed that it was not shameful enough to do such a thing.

So instead of worrying about angel assassinations, you should worry about worrying about demons.

And if it's a demon, relying on the Sun Child talent, even if you assassinate him, you can have a certain reaction time - angels are not afraid of light, so the blinding talent is ineffective against them, which Charles found out when he killed the angel, but the demon can't.

"Unless the devil comes at night."

Thinking secretly, in the face of the angel in front of him, Charles was not ready to reveal his methods.

Casidio didn't know what Charles was thinking, so he added with a serious face: "If there's any news, I'll let you know in advance." ”

"Thank you."

Just as they were talking vaguely, a shout suddenly came from not far away.

"Hey, Charles, isn't this your car?"

Looking up, the rock-star Arthur was looking at him with a look of surprise - this room was a double room.

Then, without waiting for Charles to ask, he turned the notebook in his hand, and the screen was facing the direction of the two of them.

A news page is now open on the laptop screen, densely packed with English letters and a pair of black cars with a burning car.

The title above reads impressively - [Highway imitates Ghost Rider, U.S. state police swear to severely punish the vehicle that caused the accident] (remember the URL of this site,., it is convenient to read next time, or enter "xs52" in Baidu, you can enter this site)