Located in a private estate in Brooklyn, New York, the magnificent villa is brightly lit.

In a bright living room in the villa, a young man in a suit was reporting work to the bald man in pajamas sitting on the white sofa.

"The boss asked you to send five new souls within three days. She said that because of the pumpkin head, they are obviously not enough now and they must recruit soldiers from hell."

"She also said that although Heaven says it will not interfere with our destruction of His Majesty Lucifer's seal, it is not ruled out that an angel makes a decision privately or that heaven will repent, so you are required to ask your chess pieces to keep an eye on the angels' actions, and if there is any accident, you need to notify her as soon as possible."

"Of course, of course," he heard this, bald Crowley, who was sitting on the sofa, said with a serious face: "It has always been my honor to serve His Majesty Lilith, the great and beautiful Majesty Lilith."

As he finished speaking, his face turned around, stared at the man in a black suit in front of him, shrugged his nose, and frowned, "Is it using human blood to communicate again?"

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

"Even if there are telecommunications tools, why do you always use this old-fashioned method that affects your image?" Crowley's voice was a little unhappy: "You have to remember that we are businessmen, not those reckless men who only know how to touch them. Businessmen must strictly maintain their image, otherwise how can we do business?"

When his subordinate heard this, his face was innocent: "But, there is no phone number in the boss."

"Is that right?" Crowley blinked, not looking embarrassed, but said calmly: "It seems that the Christmas gift given to His Majesty this Christmas is a suitable goal."

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

"What's strange?" Crowley said, picking up the high wine glass on the coffee table and taking a sip of the red wine, then saying, "The devil also needs a happy holiday."

“I think we’re better for Halloween.”

"Only a simple little cutie likes Halloween." Crowley said, suddenly tilting his head and his ears erected, and a strange look appeared on his face.

After waved his hand to move his hands and retreat, he touched his chin.

"It seems that Dagon has been dealt with by him in the sudden call at night. Alas, the young man now is really terrible."

"However, I thought I could fool me by using Dean to hold the ceremony? Tsk tsk."

"It's a human that you have had contact with, and we ignore it now."

With a snorted lightly, 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 subordinate outside.

"He is too selfish. The area in Aurora has been assigned to me. Why does he want to snatch it if he wants to?"

"Because he wants to snatch it."

"This is unfair, I want to report him to the boss."

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

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

...

The words made Crowley's just-risen feeling disappear quietly. He leaned on the sofa and sneered unconsciously.

"All day complaining about unfairness, unreasonableness, few benefits, many rules, Barabala..."

"Think this was the U.S. Congress?"

"What an idiot. You're already dead without me stopping me."

...

The car had just arrived at the motel where Dean and the others were. Before getting off, Charles saw the mother and daughter whispering under the hotel sign.

"You're so embarrassed to say to me? Such a few people dare to stop the demon. If it weren't for the pumpkin head, you would have died long ago!"

"No one knows what will happen before we go in, so even though we make mistakes, it's normal. But since you know how dangerous it is, you still break in, what's not reckless?"

"I'm worried about you!"

"If you really..."

...

The surroundings were relatively quiet, so the low noise was still faintly spreading. After Shire took a few glances from afar, he was not ready to get in, but drove in a parking space in front of the hotel.

Bobby, who was standing at the door not far away, saw Charles' arrival, so he withdrew his gaze to look at the mother and daughter, and greeted him with a smile.

"I love your new shoes, Charles."

"Thank you, I think it's okay." Shire unconsciously looked down at his newly bought white sneakers, but didn't find any better.

"Where did you go some time ago?"

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

"That's really unfortunate..."

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

"Thank you, Charles!" This was the first sentence that the other party came up, and his tone of speech was extremely sincere and his expression was full of seriousness.

After Sam's honest child came back from the dead, Dean fooled him because of the angel Cassidio. In fact, if the development goes well, the angel will indeed be able to save him.

So, the person who introduced the angel to come will naturally be grateful.

However, in fact...

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

But it was a mistake to say too much, and he didn't have much interest in speaking. So after a few greetings with Sam, he followed the old Bobby's guidance and found the angel Cassidio in a room in the hotel.

Then he gained 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 very simple to fool him.

"Pumpkin head?"

"Yes, pumpkin head, white suit, with weird wings on the back..."

"I haven't seen it before." Charles replied: "Why, that thing has messed with you?"

"That's not." Cassidio shook his head: "He actually helped us a lot."

As he said that, he seemed to feel that he was overthinking, so he shook his head and then asked in a low voice: "What are your plans?"

What he asked was naturally the point of being targeted by the archangel. In fact, this was also the reason why he suspected that Charles was the pumpkin head.

It’s just that even the angels dare not be completely sure of this, they just doubt it - Charles’s talent in fate made him not afraid of being investigated in normal circumstances.

"Intend?"

Charles really didn't think about this problem, what could he say?

Is there a road before the car reaches the mountain?

Otherwise, there is no other way. The angels are still talking about whether they are on Earth. Apart from them coming to find Shire, Shire has nowhere to look for them.

So he replied, "Do what you should do, and I'll talk about it when I come."

Seeing that Charles' expression was normal, the Thursday Angel was a little puzzled: "You don't seem to be very worried?"

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

In fact, he wasn't really worried.

Now, unless those angels appear behind him instantly and stab him instantly, they will not be able to kill him at all.

Relying on the Eye of Reality, Teleportation, the Song of Ice and Fire, and even relying on his spiritual power that is no less weak than the Minions Angels, to deal with those angels with many weaknesses, there is actually nothing to be afraid of.

As for them to really come to assassinate, Charles felt it was unlikely. Although the contact time was short, these angels obviously did not take humans seriously. It seemed that it was not embarrassing to do assassination.

So instead of worrying about angels assassination, it is better to worry about the devil.

If it is a demon, relying on the Sun Son's talent, even if it is assassinated, he will have a certain reaction time - angels are not afraid of light, so the blinding talent is ineffective against them. This was discovered by Shire when he killed the angel, but the demons can't do it.

"Unless the demon comes tonight."

While thinking secretly, Shire was not ready to reveal his methods when facing the angel in front of him.

Cassidio was not sure what Charles was thinking, so he added with a serious look: "If there is any news, I will notify you in advance."

"Thanks."

Just as they were talking vaguely, a shout suddenly came from a distance.

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

Looking up, Arthur, who was like a rock star, was looking at him in surprise at this moment - this room was a double room.

Then before Shire could ask, he turned the notebook in his hand and faced the screen toward both of them.

There is a news web page on the laptop screen at this moment, with dense English letters and a pair of black sedans with wheels.

The title above clearly states - [The highway imitates the Ghost Rider, the US state police swear to severely punish the vehicle that caused the accident]
Chapter completed!