"Commander!"
"That bastard Stephen!"
David, Abdullah, and the others' eyes went wide. They had never expected Stephen to betray the Commander, and immediately rushed forward.
Kavan, Rogers, and the other soldiers at the front remained silent. In a single stride, they rushed behind Stephen. One seized the hand holding his gun and disarmed him instantly, while another kicked Stephen to his knees and twisted both his arms behind his back.
With a crack, his joints were broken.
"Ha! Hahaha! I've rendered a service to the Whispering God! I killed the Antichrist! I killed the Antichrist! This world will be purified, and I will gain eternal life!" Stephen shouted madly, as though he could not feel the pain of his broken arms.
Only then did Zhao Lizhang and the others arrive. Hearing Stephen's words, they were utterly horrified, fury blazing in their eyes.
This bastard was scum from the Purification Society!
Kavan, however, remained remarkably calm. Upon hearing Stephen's words, he said expressionlessly:
"Does a lowly ant dare compete with a sacred dragon? How could the Savior possibly be harmed by a mortal weapon?"
Only then did the others, Stephen included, realize that the Commander, who had been hit by several bullets, had remained standing there all along without moving an inch.
Three bullet holes in the Eastern youth's forehead squirmed. In the blink of an eye, they squeezed out three deformed bullets, which fell to the ground with a clatter, while the holes in his forehead completely healed!
At the same time, the youth's face wriggled like melting wax, transforming in an instant into another appearance. His cheekbones became higher, his eyes deeper, giving him the look of a local Middle Easterner.
The magical sight left everyone staring in stunned silence, including Stephen!
Then the Commander stepped up to Stephen,