"Mr. Elkins?"
The proprietress looked at Elkins, who was obviously wary, in astonishment, then looked at Shane in confusion. "I've known Mr. Elkins for a long time. He's just an old man living alone. He comes here every day for a drink, to read the newspaper, and to take notes. Are you sure you haven't got the wrong person?"
"Of course not. Two drinks, thanks!"
Shane downed his whiskey in one gulp, pushed the glass toward the proprietress, stood up, walked to Elkins, and sat down. "Don't be nervous, old sir. I know John Winchester, and I'm friends with his two sons."
Elkins stared at Shane in surprise. The wary expression on his face relaxed, but his tense body did not. It seemed he hadn't completely let down his guard just because of Shane's words. He looked like an experienced old hunter at a glance.
Elkins asked, "Did John send you?"
Shane shook his head. "John doesn't know I'm here to find you."
Elkins frowned slightly. "What's your name? What do you want with me?"
Shane placed the whiskey the proprietress brought over in front of himself and Elkins, smiling. "My name is Shane. This round is on me."
Thud.
Elkins raised his glass and downed it in one go, then stared fixedly at Shane as he put down the glass.
Is this a challenge?
Shane laughed dumbfoundedly and also downed his drink in one go. The fiery alcohol burned through his intestines, as if a ball of fire had ignited in his heart. "I'll get straight to the point. I want that gun you have. You know what I'm talking about."
The Colt!
Even John Winchester didn't know this gun was with him. How did he know?
Elkins' expression changed instantly. He supported himself on the table and was about to get up and leave directly. "I don't know what gun you're talking about, and I don't know you. You've got the wrong person."
This denial was too pale and weak, only making it more obvious, right?
Shane said softly and quickly, "I'm not a vampire. The main purpose of wanting this gun is to kill a demon. You should have heard how John's wife died, right? The one I want to kill is the demon that killed John's wife. By the way, this little girl is called Jo. Her mother opened a Hunter Bar in Wisconsin. If you doubt my identity, you can name a few hunters, and I can call to verify. Or maybe you've heard her mother's name, Ellen."
Elkins looked at Jo and stopped.
Jo nodded in greeting, confirming Shane's words.
"You know about that demon?" Elkins sat back down, looking at Shane with some suspicion.
Not doubting Shane's identity, but doubting that at his young age and looking nothing special, he really knew about that demon? Could he really kill that demon? Elkins knew very well how difficult it had been for John to track that demon all these years to avenge his wife.
"Not long ago, a demon attacked Ellen's bar. The demon was sealed by me. It was one of the Yellow-Eyed Demon's people. The Yellow-Eyed Demon's true identity is..." Shane told Elkins in a low voice about Meg attacking the bar and the Yellow-Eyed Demon's identity.
Well-founded and absolutely true.
"The Yellow-Eyed Demon targeted me, so naturally, I have to say hello to him too. Don't worry, I won't ask you to give me the gun with empty words. How about I help you eliminate the vampires near the town? After I finish eliminating the nearby vampires, you give me the Colt. In addition, I can pay you a hundred thousand dollars so you can buy new equipment to make up for the impact of not having the Colt."
"Are you serious?"
Elkins stared at Shane blankly. Whether it was killing all nearby vampires or the hundred thousand dollars, he was very moved.
Although the Colt was good, the bullets were limited. It could only serve as a deterrent weapon. But this deterrent weapon couldn't be taken out and used openly. If supernatural creatures or other hunters knew about it, his end would definitely not be good.
He understood the principle that possessing a treasure is a crime in itself.
If vampires knew he had the Colt that could thoroughly kill supernatural creatures, he would face dozens, hundreds, or even more vampires. Relying only on the remaining few bullets would be useless!
More importantly, he had to consider the consequences of refusing Shane.
If Shane was determined to get the Colt at any cost, as long as he spread the news, his only end would be a dead end.
The Colt was a treasure, but also a life-taking thing!
"Give me a few days to find their whereabouts. Afterward, I'll send their corpses to your house." Shane didn't answer the meaningless question of whether he was serious. If I wasn't serious, would I come all the way to this remote place just to tease you?
"I'll wait for you at home."
Elkins said in a low voice and left the bar hurriedly.
"That's it? So, we're going to kill vampires next?" Jo leaned over and asked excitedly.
Shane shook his head. "What we need to do next is figure out where this old man lives. Didn't you see he didn't even say his address? He still doesn't trust me."
"Doesn't trust your identity?"
"Doesn't trust my ability either. Finding his house is obviously a test. But this test really has no level!" Shane curled his lips, turned around, pulled out a few dollar bills, and handed them to the proprietress. "Tell me his home address, and this money is yours."
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