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Chapter 9: The Witcher Family

"Friend, you can call me John, and these are my sons, Dean and Sam."

We come from the neighboring city of Lawrence, and for some reason we had to come here.

I just didn't expect the car to break down halfway there, and then it started pouring rain...

John Winchester spoke slowly in a hoarse voice.

As he spoke, he habitually looked around.

When he saw Lucas, the man who had spent years associating with demons couldn't help but have a strange expression.

Ever since Mary was brutally murdered by the yellow-eyed demon who broke into his home, he has devoted all his energy to hunting monsters and demons.

To date, the number of demons and monsters who have died at his hands is at least eight hundred to a thousand.

Over time, this naturally led to a temperament that leaned towards aloofness and rebelliousness.

Other children, upon seeing him, would often burst into tears without even saying a word.

Very few people are not only unafraid, but also keep staring at you.

However, he couldn't quite decipher the other person's gaze.

There was a hint of surprise mixed with doubt, and a great deal of surprise mixed with doubt.

Especially when he introduced himself as John Winchester,

When he had two sons, one named Dean Winchester and the other named Sam Winchester...

You could clearly feel that the other person's eyes had completely changed to shock, disbelief, incomprehension, and incredulity...

What, have they become so famous now?

It's already spread from the neighboring city of Lawrence to here; even young children have heard of it.

In addition, how did this couple, the Kent couple, raise their children? They all look significantly older than their peers.

……

The fire crackled and popped as Martha quickly brewed a pot of steaming hot black coffee with milk.

She was kind-hearted and took out a box of medicine for treating colds from her home medicine cabinet, gently handing it to the weak, coughing little boy.

The little boy was stunned for a moment, then carefully took it. He looked as if he had been struck by lightning, and his eyes instantly turned red.

Old John glared at Sam, his tone harsh and restrained, devoid of any gentleness:

"Sam, don't act all weak. It's just a little cold, nothing to be dramatic about."

"Don't say that, this awful weather can easily leave lasting effects."

Martha couldn't stand parents displaying authority in front of their children and couldn't help but say something.

Old John sniffed, said nothing, and silently drank his piping hot coffee milk.

The room fell silent for a moment.

Only that guy named Dean kept looking around the room.

After a few cups of coffee, the torrential rain outside gradually subsided.

Although the rain hasn't completely stopped, only a light drizzle remains.

Old John patted his behind and prepared to leave with the two little Winchesters.

At this moment, Lucas, who had been conceiving the idea for a long time, suddenly spoke:

"If you can, I suggest you go check that out; it seems to be under attack by a wolf..."

"Although you may not be very interested in wolves..."

But that wolf... well, something's not quite right about it, it was huge.

Most importantly, Aunt Potter will definitely not hesitate to help you.

As he spoke, he pointed in the direction of the Potters.

"A super-sized wolf?"

Old John frowned and nodded:

"Okay, I'll go check it out."

One thing was true: he really wasn't interested in wolves. Only demons and monsters could excite him and make him feel the blood coursing through his veins.

However, they are a kind family, and if they are just next door, he wouldn't mind going to check on them.

Of course, compensation is unavoidable.

"I'll go with you. If you'd like, your two children can stay here and wait for us to come back."

Jonathan raised his shotgun.

"You?" John looked at Jonathan a few more times, his gaze scrutinizing him.

However, this look made Jonas look somewhat displeased, as he felt that he was being looked down upon by someone of the same sex.

After all, in terms of physique, he is definitely not thin.

He is nearly 1.9 meters tall and weighs a full 110 kilograms.

When he was young, he joined the school's rugby team and even became a star player for a time.

Although I'm now middle-aged, my physical fitness has declined compared to my peak years.

However, due to years of farm work, his strength, endurance, and resilience are quite good.

Even when facing this man who he felt was somewhat dangerous, Jonathan believed he could win 60/40.

Of course, Lucas's attitude was even more important.

The farmer couldn't understand why his eldest son thought the other party could resolve the crisis.

He needs to prove himself.

If Lucas could hear what his adoptive father was thinking, he would definitely be unable to resist making a sarcastic remark:

Yes, that's right, 60/40.

The other party made their move on Saturday, and he attended the banquet on Thursday.

Old John, after all, was someone who could fight demons in close combat.

Not only is he proficient in various street fighting and wilderness survival skills, but he can also suppress mutated creatures at close range, possessing superhuman strength.

Even without physical mutations, within the realm of pure humans, they would definitely be considered top-tier beings.

After examining it for a long time, old John still shook his head:

"Never mind, I've always preferred to act alone."

After saying that, without waiting for Jonathan's response, the cold-faced man strode out.

As they approached Sam, the little boy, whose complexion had improved somewhat, gently tugged at old John's sleeve and said in a worried tone:

"Dad, I sense an evil presence. Be careful."

Old John grunted in response, didn't even look up, and quickly disappeared into the twilight.

Being slighted and not having a chance to retaliate is actually two kinds of harm.

Jonathan's expression was not very good for a moment.

However, his instincts told him that the other person was probably just being straightforward and didn't mean to offend him.

But he still felt it was necessary to prove himself to his children.

In addition, there is strength in numbers, and if there is any danger, there will be someone to help each other.

Therefore, as soon as old John left, Jonathan gave Martha a relieved look, picked up his gun, and wanted to chase after him.

"Dad, are you sure you can do it?"

Lucas couldn't help but offer a reminder in his youthful tone.

"Lucas, remember this: a man can't say no!"

Jonathan patted Lucas on the shoulder solemnly and said meaningfully.

She completely ignored her eldest son's frequent eye-rolls.

Finally, Jonathan added one more sentence:

"Don't worry, I've already spoken to everyone on the phone. There are over a dozen guns. No matter what kind of wolf it is... it won't leave here alive."

Watching his father's departing figure, Lucas still felt somewhat worried.

But just like a fisherman who can't resist the urge to fish once he gets his hands on the rod.

Jonathan, who is now holding the shotgun, clearly belongs to the former category.

……

The room fell silent again.

Ms. Martha had already begun preparing dinner.

She plans to cook a few of her signature dishes.

Clark is having a great time playing with the three-month-old Golden Retriever that he recently bought at home.

The poor little golden retriever had already given up on life.

"Could you tell me your story?"

Lucas moved closer to Sam, his lips twitching as he tried to make his smile appear as gentle and harmless as possible.