[Comprehensive] I have ancestral shit shoveling skills

This pair of huge wings obviously exceeded everyone's expectations. The entire airport was silent, only the burning debris in the building made beeping sounds.

"What is this? Shanaga people?" Kal-El broke the silence for a long time.

For a moment it seemed that all life had returned.

"Hawkeye's wings aren't that big. Is your super memory just for playing Scrabble?" Batman felt his hands itch, and subconsciously wanted to touch the universal belt. Fortunately, he still remembered to continue to show the information.Swipe the projection to the right, and a second photo appears, then a third.These two photos show the same scene. The female corpse was lying on its back, with its hands spread out, among a circle of wrecked cars. Through the strong light of the police helicopter, it could be seen that there was also a huge body underneath her. wings, like a branding.

Captain America standing opposite frowned slightly, his eyes met Batman's, and he expressed a meaning very clearly: he didn't understand what these photos were showing.

Also confused was Tony.

He said bluntly: "Don't you think this may be the scope of the FBI's work, Batman? Seven out of ten serial killers these days have a bit of a religious complex. It seems that placing evil deeds on religion becomes sacred." Same. Seriously, they kill as they kill, and they do what they can to get God involved in this shit."

He couldn't understand this feeling very well: the greater the ability, the greater the blame.

"It's not ruled out, but the first case happened less than half a kilometer away from an open-air concert, and the second case happened in a very densely populated town. If someone was holding a spray gun or something There's no way the props were drawing wings there and no one noticed, let alone the CSI didn't get much information on the scene." Batman said with a headache, "But you're right about one thing, and now we suspect it's really related to related to religion."

He looked around at all the heroes present.

"Some claim the bodies are the remains of angels."

"..."

Tony looked at him with an indescribable expression.

Bruce Wayne has a name for all the classic faces of this careless tweeter, and now he has this one on his face that reads "I think what you just said is shit but I haven't organized the words to respond you".The veins on his forehead twitched, and the great Batman was thankful that he was wearing a mask, and people outside could only see his gloomy eyes.

"If there were angels, maybe Lex Luthor would like them." The Flash made an understanding understanding.

"Don't be silly, Lex doesn't like demons descending from the sky, but it doesn't mean he will like angels descending from the sky. Now even if God himself appeared in front of him, the first thing he would do would be to think Nothing can limit God." Superman immediately retorted.

Someone's attention is still not diverted.Black Widow approached Batman and asked in her hoarse voice, "You mean someone is murdering Angels, why are they doing it? What are the consequences?"

"Someone told me they might be looking for apocalypse."

Tony: "With all due respect, who the hell is this 'someone'?"

"A private eye." After a few seconds, Batman replied reluctantly.

He is not a person who will listen and believe. Since he said so, it proves that this "private detective" has two brushes in these areas.

"Great, we have Norse mythology, we have Greek mythology, and now, boom, we're going to have a God soon." Tony pretended to sigh, "Hollywood wouldn't do that, science fiction wouldn't dare to do that. You say it Yes, I'd rather fight the Chitauri than get involved in this. Murdering angels, seeking apocalypse, those religious lunatics will go mad."

"I thought Apocalypse was dead." Behind him, Spider-Man finally interjected.

"Thatapocalypse. Theapocalypse." Captain America patted Worm on the shoulder kindly, "But this is not something children need to think about." He turned to the others. "We will deal with the alliance affairs as soon as possible. If this matter is true, the people who brewed the conspiracy have great plans, and we have no time to waste these documents."

Under his serious, even somewhat menacing gaze, Tony looked away. "Come on, kiddo, I'll take you home."

"Then the League of Legends will arrange a meeting as soon as possible." Batman shot his hook gun upwards towards the bat machine that flew to the top of the airport at some point, "Because the Avengers are now reduced to hiring child labor, Tony, I strongly suggest that you hurry up Solve the employment problem of the laid-off or unemployed people."

He walked back quickly, leaving Iron Man, who had reacted, jumping on the spot——

"Shut up! You pedophile who likes to pick up Robin everywhere is not qualified to talk to me!"

......

"Tell me again what are you going to do?"

Phoebe wiped the jam that spilled over the edge of the pie into her mouth. The homemade magic fruit jam was a bit too sour, and her whole face crumpled after taking one bite.The mobile phone that has been adjusted to the hands-free state is lying quietly on the dry cloth next to the oven at the moment. Because the message is received, it vibrates from time to time. In addition to the vibration, the words on the other end of the phone are simultaneously transmitted from the speaker along with strange sharp noises. come out.

"Personal business," said the man on the line, Sam Winchester, looking as relaxed as possible, "we all feel that the Kabbah case has been placed in reliable hands, so there are things that have been on hold for too long There is time to deal with it.”

"Every time you tell a lie you're extra sincere, Sam."

Since returning home with Aunt May yesterday, Phoebe has been staying at home.Something happened, her gut told.Sensitive magical animals fidgeted in their suitcases, and the thick magical power in the air thinned, but when she cast a spell to light the fire, the flames nearly burned half the living room.

It is an accepted fact that wizards cast spells in most cases unaffected by their environment, with the exception of the Patronus Charm.Whether in the magic world or the non-magic world, the magic factor is stable, no matter how the "individual" changes, there will be no more Voldemort or one less Dumbledore, more black wizards or fewer white wizards. influence the composition of the world.

Since leaving Hogwarts, Phoebe has always felt that the spells she casts in the non-magical world are very smooth, sometimes too smooth, and this is the first time she feels difficult and out of control.

It's like—the brightness of the magic factor galaxy is stable, and some extremely bright stars fell in before, making the entire galaxy brighter.Now that some of these stars have gone out, the river should return to its original shape, but instead, it began to become unpredictable.

All night Phoebe tried to tell what was going to happen with tarot cards and crystal balls, but to no avail.When she turned the tarot card over for the last time, a premonition that she was about to touch the truth behind Sagiri enveloped her, but when she stretched out her hand, the card turned into ashes.

Raw, powerful force.

They were shielding her from prying eyes.

There was another vibration, and a red message prompt appeared on the lock screen of the phone.All the messages received today are from the Magical Congress of America, and they are all the same message, relaying the warning of the World Federation of Wizards to all wizards: magic power may fall into a period of fluctuation just like the ice age and non-ice age changes in human history .

"Do you know what's going on?" she asked.

No one spoke, only shallow breathing on the other end of the phone.Phoebe could hear Dean whispering to the others.There is a third person in this room.Maybe it was "Bobby," she thought lightly, but Bobby's voice was too young for "Uncle."

"Are you sure you want me to do this?" Dean was asking. "If only we had any other hope..." "Bobby" replied.

So there is a "we" here.Who are "we"?A hunter organization?Phoebe was thinking wildly, she didn't notice that the pie she was holding in her hand was already hanging down on the marble table, and she didn't recover until a big lump of jam fell on the table with a "slap".

On the other end of the phone, Sam said with difficulty: "It's hard to explain."

"I see," she said, "will you guys fix it?"

"We hope so," answered Sam.

He hung up the phone, held the phone in his palm, and turned around.

"What number is this?" Dean was tightening his shoelaces.

"The eighth." Not far from him, a man in a windbreaker answered.