Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

Sam struggled to stay awake amidst the jolting. He glanced down and saw a familiar figure running after him in the shadows of the street below—it was Dean.

Great, it seems the plan worked.

The dragon-man on the roof jumped seven times in a row, finally leaping into the open top-floor window of an abandoned factory.

Dean sprinted across the ground, his legs filled with angelic power, his eyes fixed on the intermittently flashing dark red figure in the sky.

He could feel his lungs burning, his leg muscles protesting, but he couldn't stop. Sam's faint breathing came through the communicator, and the microphone implanted in Sam's collar was still working.

As the dragonman got further and further away, Dean picked up the display screen and checked the tracking position as he ran.

The 'internet addiction' worked quickly, planning the optimal route for him.

“He went into the factory, the old textile factory in the east district,” Sam’s voice trailed off. “Three stories. There are cages.”

"Hang in there," Dean replied, panting.

The textile factory gate was locked with a rusty iron chain.

Dean took two steps back, ran up, and kicked the chain joint. The chain snapped instantly, and the door creaked open.

Its interior was pitch black, and the air was filled with the smell of mildew, dust, and another strange, indescribable odor.

It tastes sweet and fishy, ​​like blood, or some kind of secretion.

Dean drew his broken sword; the blade was completely invisible in the darkness. He climbed the stairs, making sure each step was light.

Then they heard a sound coming from the sewer, accompanied by a metallic clanging, like an iron cage being opened, a low roar, and a girl's sobs.

He stopped at the corner of the stairs and peered out.

The drainage system of the spacious old workshop was transformed into a nest.

Dean came out after hearing the sound of a metal door closing and footsteps leaving. He then went to the location where he had heard the sound.

The ground was covered with dry grass and rags, and a small mountain of miscellaneous items, including jewelry, gold coins, watches, and mobile phones, were piled up in the corner, glittering under the illumination of a few emergency lights.

Five iron cages were dug out from the ground in the center of the room. Four of them contained people, all of whom were young women, all wearing white dresses. They were weak but still alive.

Sam is in the fifth cage.

He had already ripped off his wig and mask and was using a hidden dagger to pick the lock.

The dragonman had already left and headed to the spot where the jewels and gold were kept. He squatted in front of the treasure pile and sorted through the gold coins with his hands, which had returned to human form but were covered in scales.

Its attention was entirely focused on the wealth, and it didn't notice what was happening behind it.

Dean's gaze met Sam's.

Sam pointed to the girls in the cage and made a gesture that said, "Save them first, I'm fine." Then he pointed to the dragonman and made a horizontal slash with his palm, meaning he would wait until the girls were safe before taking action.

Dean nodded. He moved close to the wall, going around to the side of the cage.

The first cage was locked with an old-fashioned padlock. He pulled out his lock-picking tools and pried it open in five seconds. Inside was a girl—blonde, blue-eyed, with tear stains on her face, staring at him in terror.

“The FBI is here to rescue you,” Dean whispered. “Don’t make a sound, come with me.”

His roguish good looks instantly won the girl's trust; women always believe in appearance.

He opened three cages in succession, signaling the girls to hide at the stairwell.

As his hand touched the lock of the fourth cage, a gold coin slipped from the dragonman's hand and clattered to the door of the cell.

Time stood still for a second.

The dragonman slowly turned around, and footsteps came from outside the door.

Under Dean's gaze, the iron gate was still flung open with a swish.

What came into view was a humanoid creature whose face still retained seven-tenths of its human form, but with horn-like protrusions on its forehead, vertical pupils that were completely reptilian, and a mouth that split open to the base of its ears, revealing serrated teeth.

It stared at Dean, then at the open cage, and let out a low growl.

“Thief.” Its voice was a mixture of human speech and hissing. “These are my collectibles.” “They are not collectibles,” Dean said, raising his broken sword. “They are people.”

The dragon man stood up, and his height exceeded 2.3 meters.

Its hands began to change; its fingers extended into sharp claws, and small holes split open in its palms, spewing out scorching steam.

“Humans,” it hissed, “fragile, short-lived, greedy creatures, since you’ve come here, go die.”

Sam then pried open his cage, rolled out, and held a dagger in his hand.

Two witchers stood on either side of the entrance, confronting the massive dragonman.

The battle broke out in an instant.

The dragon-man pounced on Dean first, with astonishing speed.

Dean dodged to the side, his broken sword tracing an arc as it struck the dragonman's arm. The blade collided with the scales, producing a piercing screeching sound and sending sparks flying, but the scales were only scratched with a white mark.

"Your little toothpick is completely useless." The dragonman laughed wildly and slapped him with his claw.

Dean jumped back to dodge, and the ground where he had been standing was torn open with three deep trenches by the claws.

Sam lunged from the side, thrusting his dagger toward the dragonman's ribs, but it was deflected by the scales.

"Where are the wings?" Dean shouted as he tumbled around. "Is it because it's a hybrid that it can't fly?"

This remark enraged the dragonman.

It roared with its head raised, and flames suddenly spewed from the small holes in its palms—terrifying incandescent flames, hot enough to melt through steel.

Dean fell to the ground, flames grazing his back and igniting the haystack.

The workshop was instantly engulfed in flames.

Sam grabbed a piece of scrap metal and held it in front of him. The metal plate quickly turned red and deformed under the impact of the flames.

"Its weaknesses must be its eyes and mouth!" Sam shouted, "and the joints where the scales connect!"

Dean burst out of the flames, swinging his broken sword once more.

This time he targeted the side of the dragonman's neck, where the scales were smaller, thinner, and designed to keep the neck flexible.

As the blade pierced through, the dragonman let out a painful scream.

The wound didn't bleed; instead, it turned into a charred, carbonized bloodstain, as if branded with a hot iron, emitting a pungent blue smoke.

The dragon-slaying attribute of this broken sword is still valid!
The dragonman clutched his wound, a flash of shock and anger in his eyes.

It opened its mouth wide and this time spat out a viscous, burning acid.

Dean couldn't dodge in time, and his left arm was splashed with a small amount of water. His combat suit was instantly corroded, and his skin felt a sharp pain.

Sam seized the opportunity, grabbed a burning steel beam from the fire, and swung it with all his might at the dragonman's leg.

The heavy impact caused the dragonman to stagger and fall to his knees.

Despite the pain, Dean stepped forward, raised his broken sword high, and thrust it with all his might towards the mouth, the weakest point on the dragonman's head scales.

The sword pierced through the skull.

The dragon-man's body froze on the spot.

Its fiery pupils dimmed rapidly, black blood and the last wisp of flame gushed from its open mouth, and its massive body crashed to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

The fire is still spreading.

Dean pulled out the broken sword and, together with Sam, rescued the last two girls. They then led everyone down the stairs and escaped the factory.

They had just run across the street when an explosion occurred on the third floor of the factory, flames shooting out of all the windows and turning the room orange-red. (End of Chapter)