[Comprehensive British and American] Fulian Hotel

"……good evening."

"...You are not saying that you have a good attitude at night." Some weak laughter came from the corner, Sam snapped his fingers, and the small lamp flicked on, dimly illuminating his pale face, and With pure black eyes, he pointed to the row of muzzles that Tony was pointing at him.

"Oh, this, it's a free gift for greeting you." Tony raised his eyebrows, tilted his head and smiled, and didn't intend to move his gun.

Sam waved his hand, and Tony was taken aback. Before giving the order to shoot, a man who had been lying at their feet was thrown to the wall by some unknown force, and the knife aimed at Tony fell to the ground. The man opened his mouth wide, as if something had strangled his neck, trying to spit out wisps of black smoke, but he was still unable to escape from his bent body.

Obviously no one was pressing him, but the man seemed to be crushed by the air crazily, and blood began to flow from his five sense organs. The scene was very strange.

Sam sighed and tightened his palms. The man's neck was pinched and burst like a balloon, and the picture was extremely bloody.

The blood even splashed onto Tony's helmet. Tony wiped it with his hand, but felt relieved. At least Sam still knew which one was the real enemy. He said in a teasing tone: "Wow, kid Sam, you can Let’s interview you, do you have any superpowers when you are suddenly one against thirty?”

Sam wiped the blood oozing from his nose, his voice was still a little hoarse, and his eyes were gradually returning to their original color: "The power of the devil."

Tony was silent for a few seconds: "... the impact of the first trial?"

Sam leaned back on the sofa with a wry smile, and when he opened his eyes again, there was still a trace of blackness in them that could not fade away, "...I couldn't control it, I wanted to miss the exorcism spell at first, but when I realized it, they had already They're all dead... Dean's right, I'm in worse shape than I thought..."

"Where are the Dean people?" Steve was a little confused. Isn't it Dean who came after Sam? Why is Dean missing while Sam is here?

"...He entered the entrance, and he and the king of hell, they seem to have made some kind of deal." Sam's expression looked painful and self-reproaching, he wiped his face, raised the corner of his mouth and smiled, "It's nothing, I will put He brought it back."

"It's not you, it's us."

"Hey guys, you're just normal people!" Sam frowned.

"Oh, I guarantee that we are not 'ordinary' at all...and we both said that we are just on the same road and have nothing to do with you." Tony raised his eyebrows and smiled, but he didn't give anyone any chance to refuse.

Sam looks over to Steve, who smiles back at him.

Sam was a little tired. He couldn't care about how inappropriate it would be to involve unrelated people. He had to make sure he could bring Dean back. More people would at least guarantee more, so he nodded.

"Think about how you want to control your abilities first. Looking at the situation on the scene, you can imagine how you met gods and gods, ghosts and ghosts before. It's no problem to overturn hell. I think it's very possible. It's us watching you shouting Dean's name all the way and then gradually losing your mind and killing all directions, happy to let us all be wiped out with black eyes, happyend." Tony's fingers snapped on his armor In fact, the tone is neither good nor bad, just a simple declarative sentence.

"I will try my best to maintain my sanity and not abuse my ability. I won't hurt you... In fact, if my brother didn't knock me out, I have been restrained well during this time..." Sam smiled wryly and scratched at random With sweaty hair, he seemed to have made up his mind and said, "Mr. Stark, if down below... I don't control myself, just kill me. I don't want to see Dean in that state either."

Tony folded his arms and looked at Sam as if he had been fished out of the water. Of course he didn't believe in these guarantees, but he believed in the weight of Dean in the other party's heart, and that Dean Winchester would be the last of his sanity. A shackle to ensure that he will not fall into the abyss.

"Okay, but before we go..." Tony rolled his eyes, walked to the door of the club, opened the door, and came out with a clatter of people. Everyone was shocked the moment they saw him. He fell down on the floor of the bar trying to blend in with the corpses.

Steve said helplessly, "What are you guys doing?"

Watson: "...Think about life."

Sherlock: "Help John think about life."

"...in a bar with dead bodies everywhere?" Tony raised his eyebrows, "Before the entrance to hell?"

Hulk: "Aww——"

Max smiled at them: "What a coincidence, you also have a day trip to hell! Form a team together!"

Steve: "..."

The most honest Thor scratched his head: "Sorry, Captain, Tony, we didn't mean to eavesdrop, but Dean is also our friend, and we are worried about him."

"You can." Steve nodded, turned to look at Max with a serious face, "You can't go."

"Captain Eon, you're sexist!" Max got up from the ground, stepping on the captain's shoulder graciously.

Steve gave Max a helpless look, and lifted the girl hanging from his shoulder: "It's too dangerous there, you can't go there."

Max slapped the Hulk's stomach: "I have Hulk! Riding it is a hell of a day trip! How can you not take me?"

Captain America pressed the head she leaned over: "No, okay, this time is different, what we are facing is not even human beings."

While Captain America was re-educating Max, there was a sudden gasp outside the door.

When everyone turned their heads, they saw the brown-haired woman standing at the door, her hands on the door and her knees softened. It seemed that not only the hotel crowd followed them.

"Emilia? Are you okay?" Steve frowned and walked over to help her up.

The corners of Tony's eyebrows twitched slightly, but no one inside the helmet could see his expression clearly.

Emilia leaned against Captain America's arms, her teeth shaking: "What happened? They... are they all dead?"

"It's okay." Steve stroked the woman's back.

The woman's smooth brown hair is scattered on Captain America's blue uniform, and the visual effect looks great.

Max sneaked closer to Tony and poked his armor.

Tony pouted, "Why?"

Max smiled: "Do you think the captain and she seem to be a good match, anyway, she and Sam also broke up, isn't love free?"

"It's really gratifying for someone to see that old ice cube from the last century. On the day they moved into the museum together, I will definitely give you a big gift." Tony said forcefully.

"Don't act like you don't know Captain America is popular." Max smiled, "90.00% of women in America have fantasized about laying on his pecs and having sex with him, oh, the rest Out of ten think about it twice."

"...Thank you so much for your popular science, I feel much better." Tony rolled his eyes.

"Why on earth are you arguing? Sweetheart looks really angry. He didn't hold your neck to educate you all day. It's so abnormal."

"Shut up you." Tony muttered, but the drooping eyelashes hidden in the helmet were trembling slightly, he seemed to be able to hear it scratching the metal armor, making a piercing scream, it was so noisy, He thought, but Steve didn't hear a bit, he wasn't even looking at him.

"You just said...where are you going? Will so many people die?" Emilia was still leaning on Steve's shoulder, she was a little hysterical from fright, "No, no matter where you are going, don't Go! Don't go! You will die...you will die!"

Tony shattered a vase with a bang.

"No." Steve didn't have time to pay attention to him for a while, Emilia was too frightened, her body was convulsing, he had to pinch Emilia's neck to help her relax muscles.

"Hand slippery." Tony threw two words bluntly to Max who came over from Wensheng.

"Mr. Rogers..." Emilia looked up at Steve, and Steve realized that the woman had light brown eyes. When she looked carefully, she looked a little like another person, and that guy , probably never looked at him with such pure eyes full of admiration and love in his whole life.

Steve exerted a little force, and a hand knife landed on Emilia's neck: "Go back... sleep, you will forget about this when you wake up."

Then Steve picked the woman up and left the bar for a while, and he didn't notice Tony's brilliant face in the process-it couldn't be his fault, who made Iron Man wear the helmet all the time.

So in just a few minutes after he left, Iron Man directly shot through the entire wall, and everyone looked at the sky and the earth cooperatively, and they didn't know anything.

Tony kicked away a row of bullet casings on the ground irritably, and shouted through gritted teeth, "Go! Go!"

******

Except for Max who was forced by the captain to drive Emilia back to the hotel, the rest of the people stood in front of a wall.

"That's it." Sam tapped on the painting on the wall, "I'm now... somehow closely related to hell, so I can take you in, but you have to keep an eye on the end of the painting, please Don't look away, don't look anywhere else."

"The King of Hell is quite artistic." Tony said looking at the painting on the wall. It was a very dark painting. There was a long road in the painting. In the distance was endless haze, which could hardly be seen Where is the end.

Tony didn't pay much attention to Sam's words, he just glanced at the portrait casually, the road was made of beige soil, Tony was inexplicably attracted to it, he suddenly felt something was wrong, it didn't seem to be soil, it was more detailed …Tony squints his eyes harder to see… more concretely… as if…

The surging crowd.

Tony came back to his senses, but the surrounding scene had completely changed. He was standing in a long corridor with unknown creatures in gray clothes in front and behind him. Tony tried hard to see the face of the person in front of him. , but they couldn't see clearly at all, those "people" lined up, moving forward like walking corpses, the surroundings were dead silent, and they even moved silently.

At the end of the corridor, there is a piece of scarlet magma that seems to be able to swallow everything. "People" jumped in one by one, and Tony could almost hear the scalding sound of skin being scalded as it rolled in the magma. The only sound in the dead silence.

Tony was pushed forward by the people behind. He lowered his head and saw his vague shadow reflected in the hot liquid. He looked at his shadow, as if he was staring at hell. The shadow of him was facing him Waving, that repetitive movement made Tony suffer from a strange drowsiness. He felt that he should have fallen asleep long ago. Yesterday, the day before yesterday, in the final battle that cost him everything...

The sweet and charming flower of death bloomed in the soft, embrace-like abyss, gradually tempting Tony.

Tony stepped out a leg in a daze, but someone grabbed his arm suddenly.