[Comprehensive Yingmei] I cover this earth

"It's too dangerous." Uriah shook his head after hearing Bruce's proposal, "Don't forget that they have the power of the old sun in their hands, and you are just an ordinary human being."

"You still have to take some risks when necessary," Bruce said.

Dick was eager to try: "Maybe I can too."

Uriah glared at him.

Although Uriah's eyes were hidden behind the sunglasses, and Dick couldn't see his eyes, for some reason, Dick felt a little guilty after being stared at by him.

Dick: ...is he angry? ?

Ulea was about to say something when his new cell phone rang suddenly.

Bruce and Dick looked at each other, and Dick asked in surprise, "Who called you?"

It stands to reason that only the two of them should know this phone number. How could someone other than them call in?

Ulea hurriedly took out his mobile phone and glanced at it, then lost interest immediately: "It's the Pope, he has a useless ability, he can connect to all communication devices in the world through the secret star imprint, and transmit his voice."

"This ability..." Bruce was a little surprised.

This ability is of great strategic value in terms of intelligence!

"Aren't you going to answer the phone?" Seeing Uriah's expression of being harassed by his boss' phone calls during the vacation, Dick wanted to laugh for some reason.

Ulea reluctantly clicked on speakerphone.

"Messenger, Sam was taken away by the owl court. I planted the golden seed on Dean and confirmed the location of the owl court through blood ties." The pope's voice came slowly, "Samurai It will take half an hour to arrive, if you are free, you can go and have a look."

Ulea: "...Oh."

He hung up the phone and looked at Bruce with a blank face expressionlessly: "It seems that someone has already stepped in first."

Moreover, the Wen brothers were obviously the informants of his messenger, so why did he become the Pope's informant after just sleeping?Don't bring such a snatcher!

Bruce: ...

Dick: ...

Do you want your church to move so fast!

"Let's go." Ulea glanced at the address sent by the Pope, stuffed the last few strawberries into his mouth, and stood up.

He raised his head and glanced at the sky.

Dark clouds have covered the sky over Gotham, thick black like a cloud of smudged ink, completely covering the starry sky.

"It's going to rain heavily," he said.

……

Dean went all the way down the spiral staircase, heading towards the underground where the end was unknown.

Guided by the golden vines in his palm, he found a secret stronghold and the entrance to a secret room, and walked around for more than half an hour. The complexity of the route made his scalp tingle.

Without the little vines, he would definitely not be able to find the right path.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, he finally saw a glimmer of light in the darkness. At the end of the stairs, there was this door that was not closed tightly. The light from artificial lighting leaked out from inside the door, pulling out a long pale white streak on the ground. Optical tape.

Dean heard someone talking, and he slowed down extremely quickly, ducked behind the door, and listened to what the person inside said.

"...The quality of the sixth batch is not very good. Since Falcone went crazy, our human trafficking line can no longer be replenished. No qualified experimental subjects have been found. Ordinary people can't bear the magical and powerful The power, the survival time is too short."

"Did you see what they looked like before they died? I really wonder what hallucination they saw."

"Maybe the moon has turned into some kind of monster. See how frightened they are. How terrifying can the moon be? I don't think it's as terrifying as their death."

There was muffled laughter in the room.

Dean frowned and cursed inwardly as a beast.

"Some unexpected things happened today. Something went wrong with the Scarecrow."

"what is the problem?"

"He was sent to the ICU for first aid." The voice said, "It's a pity, if our people were present, we could bring him back directly as an experimental subject."

"The source of high-quality experimental subjects is too unstable, but this time I found an interesting person."

"I found his information. This is a demon hunter. He seems to come from a family of demon hunters. He has excellent qualities in all aspects." A female voice spoke with a smile, and Dean immediately recognized that it was the one who invited them to have a drink. The voice of the blond woman in the coffee, "They seem to be tracking down the things about those failed experiments. They probably thought it was the work of demons. They still have a few brushes, which really led them to the court."

"You mean he has a brother?"

"That's right, but his brother ran away." The woman said casually, "We can try to transform this little witcher first, and if it works, let him bring his brother back."

Dean understood right away.

They didn't know what method they used to capture Sam, and they wanted to use him to do some strange body modification experiments!

And from what the two of them said, it seemed that they wanted to use the power of the Fear of the Moon to transform it!

This group of insane guys, it's fine for them to play with firecrackers by themselves, but they want to drag innocent people into the water!

Dean gritted his teeth resentfully, they must not let them touch Sam!

"The people are already here, the equipment is ready, let's start the renovation. The meeting will start soon,"

Dean was taken aback for a moment, and quickly leaned over to take a look.

He saw an empty and spacious space inside the door, and the pale lights illuminated every corner. Sam was placed on the table with his eyes closed at this moment, and beside him was an empty jar that could just fit a person. There are one after another of the same jars, which are filled with green liquid, soaking all kinds of people.These green jars reflected the dark green light, rendering the spacious interior extraordinarily eerie.

There are four or five masked, well-dressed, elegant and noble people in the room. They are out of place with the entire gloomy room, and they are standing together and chatting casually.There are also a few people in white coats who look like scientific researchers.

Seeing that Sam was about to be put in, Dean quickly picked up a small stone from the ground and threw it on the ground, making a noise.

"Ok?"

This small movement attracted the attention of one of the masked men, who turned around and walked towards Dean, opened the concealed door and looked out.

Before he could see anything, he felt his stomach was hit by a fist, followed by his leg, and he lost his balance in severe pain and fell to the ground screaming.

"who!"

The people in the room yelled, and Dean reacted very quickly. He immediately chased after the fallen mask man, trying to hold this guy hostage in exchange for Sam.

But his plan fell through.

But before Dean could hold the masked man hostage, he felt something suddenly hit him in the chest. He flew upside down and fell to the ground. His eyes went dark, and he couldn't recover for a long time.There were bursts of severe pain in his chest. He looked down and saw that dark red blood had seeped into his clothes, dyeing his chest a dark color.

Dean fell to the ground panting, eyes wide.

"Varied……"

what the hell!

what happened? !

What hit him?Why can't he perceive anything and see nothing?

Why is it so fast?

When he finally regained his sight and regained his senses from the severe pain, he raised his head and saw a black hole aimed at his head.

Another masked man pointed a gun at his head at this moment, and behind the masked man stood a man in a strange costume and uniform with an owl-like headgear.

"Oh, isn't this another Winchester?"

A somewhat surprised and mocking voice sounded.

Dean looked at the woman who made the sound. She was also wearing a white mask at the moment, so she couldn't see her expression clearly.

"How did you find this place? Could it be that you demon hunters have any special wayfinding skills?" The woman's tone was filled with naive doubts.

"You also know that we are demon hunters, of course we are good at finding demons." Dean mocked.

Several masked people looked at each other and laughed, as if they took this sentence as some kind of compliment.

"In this way, the so-called demon hunters are nothing special, and they still have to fall into the hands of demons in the end." The woman said with a smile.

Dean gritted his teeth and glanced in Sam's direction.

The masked man seemed to understand what he was thinking, and said, "Your brother is alive and well, and he will soon become a brand new life form...of course, so will you."

Dean twitched the corner of his mouth and said with difficulty: "You are dreaming."

"Then what we must have was a beautiful dream." The masked people laughed, "Otherwise, how could everything go so smoothly?"

Dean wanted to continue to say something, but the severe pain made his eyes go black for a while, and he could only make a sound from his throat, and the smell of blood filled his mouth and nose.

He suddenly became numb.

Could it be that if you are decisive, you will give it in vain?

"This sharp claw strikes too hard." Another masked man said, his tone seemed a bit regretful, "It's not easy to interrogate like this."

"How the hell did he find the court? We have to figure it out!"

"Then throw him into the jar first." The masked woman said coldly.

As soon as the words fell, Dean saw two people in white coats walking towards him in a blur.

And the masked man standing in front of him with a gun pointed at his forehead slowly put away the gun, stood in front of him, looked down at him, and said in a contemptuous tone: "Rats from anywhere dare to meddle in Gotham now." Something happened...whether it is the church or the witcher, in the end they are nothing more than rats eaten by owls."

"You're the...rat..." Dean said with difficulty.

A group of demons who hide underground and do bad things secretly, and die in sight!

Dean's vision became more and more blurred, he only heard the laughter of those masked people, and the whole world seemed to be getting farther and farther away from him.

And at this moment, he suddenly felt something hot inside his body suddenly boiling up.

Like a ignited flame, rising from the depths of his soul, it instantly formed a prairie fire, and finally gathered the scorching heat on the golden tentacles of his left hand.

This burst of scorching hot tide seemed to clear away all his negative states in an instant. Apart from the heat, he couldn't even feel pain in an instant, and his thinking became clearer than ever.

Dean:! !

what happened? !

He stretched out his left hand subconsciously, and before he could react, the little vine suddenly grew wildly, and almost in the blink of an eye, it turned into a ferocious, frenzied wave of tentacles, countless densely packed The vine-like golden tentacles gushed out of his palm, and Dean felt as if his palm had turned into a black hole. The black hole was getting bigger and bigger until it couldn't block the raging tentacles in the hole.

The golden light spots poured out along with the vines, almost engulfing the masked man standing in front of him in the blink of an eye, and the sticky sound produced by the friction of the tentacles made the scalp tingle.

Everyone was stunned.

The other masked people immediately backed up a few steps, exclaiming indistinctly, watching the vines quickly entangled together, wrapping the engulfed person into a giant golden cocoon at an extremely fast speed .

Dean was also startled, he took a step back and glanced at his palm.

The golden seed had disappeared, and his palm had completely returned to its original shape at this time, and the skin was intact, as if it had never been planted with any strange things.

"What is that!!" The masked woman exclaimed in shock.

"No, no, monster, monster—!!"

"Kill it! Talon! Kill it!"

The sharp claws were mobilized immediately, and he rushed to the front of the golden cocoon in the blink of an eye, took out the blade and slashed on the giant cocoon.

"when--"

The sound of metal crashing was heard, and the sound wave almost turned into a real attack. Dean couldn't help covering his ears, so that he didn't hear the sound of the sharp claw being bounced back by the giant cocoon and falling hard against the wall.

After he came back to his senses, he saw that the sharp claw had been firmly nailed to the wall by his own weapon. After struggling a few times, it turned into a foul-smelling thick black mucus, which flowed everywhere.

And the giant golden cocoon is still standing there, undamaged.

The golden tentacles entangled and squirmed, making a scalp-numbing gurgling sound, as if digesting a person wrapped in a cocoon.

Dean's eyes widened, and his sanity began to decline rapidly.

Is this... the power of the Pope?