"What?!"

Anthony Wade grabbed the gunman by the collar, grabbed him by the neck and lifted him up. The gloved right hand seemed to turn deep and dark in an instant......

"Ahem, ahem...... Top dog...... Spare ......"

The gunman's face was flushed and almost suffocated, and the veins on his face burst out one by one, like wriggling earthworms. Gasping as if drowning, he couldn't help but grab Anthony's hand and squeeze a pleading word out of his clattering throat.

Anthony Wade was furious, who would care whether the gunman lived or died, and he roared: "Give me death!"

"Bang-"

The glove on Anthony Wade's right hand burst instantly, revealing a terrifying "hand".

If this can be called a hand!

"Uh-"

The gunman snorted, his face suddenly turned purple and black, his facial features and seven orifices slowly bleed, and the bloodshot eyeballs covered with wisps of blood instantly burst out, almost bulging out of his eye sockets. His hideous, painful eyes were full of horror.

"Whew-"

The wind became more and more violent, carrying a huge amount of sand and dust to the sky, and the dust storm almost covered the sky, and the sky and the earth were completely darkened. The sand and gravel clattered against the doors and windows, and the glass crackled and exploded. For a time, the small church was filled with choking dust.

"You...... Evil...... Magic ......"

The gunman's bulging eyes looked at Anthony Wade's right hand in disbelief.

This is no longer a human hand!

Sharp and sharp nails like eagle claws, thin and strong phalanges, and bulging metacarpal bones like bamboo knots...... The bones were craggy, without a trace of flesh, and they grew directly on Anthony Wade's wrist. The flesh at the junction between the bones and wrists twitched, and the raised flesh buds wriggled like blood-red maggots wriggling their heads and tails, blood seeping out of the junction, sliding down the white skeleton to the fingertips. It's just that before the blood dripes, it has been absorbed by the phalanges along the way. Then the pale bones emitted bursts of faint black light......

"Assert ......"

Anthony Wade smiled like a night owl, his fuchsia bloodstained face full of madness and evil. The eyes of the owl were sunken deeply, and the deep and wicked eyes looked at the gunman like a lamb to the slaughter.

He stretched out his long scarlet tongue and licked the corners of his mouth, salivating, "You God-herding lambs...... It tastes so delicious, especially the despair, the fear, the trepidation that you have in your soul right now...... It's simply delicious!"

"Uh-uh-uh......"

The gunman struggled and screamed in despair, the feeling of suffocation no match the trembling fear of his soul. For a moment, he was out of control from his soul to his body, his nose and tears flowing, and the foul-smelling urine and feces were dripping down his pants and spilling on the ground......

"Huh!

Anthony Wade's claw-like skeletal hand brushed at the gunman's head, and the sharp nails pierced the scalp and skull, cutting straight into the brain. The gunman's body began to draw, struggle, and twist, and countless phosphorous rays of light floated out of the gunman's body, some absorbed by the skeletal claws that glowed black, and some of which were sucked into the mouth and nose of Anthony Wade.

Skull Claw grew whiter and whiter as it absorbed phosphorescence, and Anthony Wade was enjoying it with his eyes closed as if he were on a drug.

The gunman's body shrunk rapidly, shriveled like dehydrated bacon and salted fish, and looked like a rotten piece of rotting wood.

"Smack-"

The gunman's shriveled body was dumped on the ground by Anthony Wade, shattering into a pile of gray powder with a snap. The sand and dust swept away, instantly mixed with the mud and dust, and disappeared without a trace.

"Sure enough, it's still the most delicious for desperate souls!"

Anthony Wade opened his evil eyes and licked the corners of his lips. He turned to look outside the church, and his gaze seemed to pass through the dusty houses to see Jacob. Anthony Wade raised his skeletal hand to look at it carefully, and muttered to himself, "Time has a soul that you are afraid of, how special and powerful this soul must be...... And you took my fancy Sophie for yourself, and her desperate soul began to revive......"

"Truly...... So you're going to die anyway!I'm going to suck your soul and body!I'm going to make Sophie fall back into despair! And then I'm going to make her just like me, my sweet baby......"

"Jacob Frye!"

Anthony Wade roared, and the sound instantly resounded through the town, attracting the attention of Jacob and everyone.

"What the hell?!, so loud!"

Jacob haunts the town with a gun in the sandstorm, carefully searching for the gunmen of the Wade Brotherhood. The wind and sand are blowing, and now it's Jacob's hunting time.

"If you resist again...... I'm going to blow up more than 300 of the inhabitants of Bronk! and I'm going to show everyone how selfish you bounty hunters, these self-proclaimed righteous men, are! I'm going to slaughter all the towns you pass through...... I will make you feel what is the greatest malice in the world...... Boom ...... When the time comes, you will be the enemy of all the people in the west! You will know what life is better than death!"

"Silly -!"

Jacob glanced disdainfully in the direction of the church, and then couldn't help but scold: "Retarded!"

If Jacob is a native of this time and space, if Jacob is a Guo Jing-style hero who serves the country and the people, then these threats of Anthony Wade are still of some use.

But who is Jacob?

The descendants whose souls pass through the possession are not related to these people, nor are they of the same blood, nor are they of my race. And Jacob was a killer, not a Bethune-esque communist fighter. Jacob can save people and is willing to save people. But the premise is that saving people can't take their own lives!

But if Anthony Wade really does what he says, Jacob probably won't be able to make it around in the West, or even in the United States. As Anthony Wade said, the greatest malice in the world: moral kidnapping!

When the time comes, not only Anthony Wade will hunt him down, but it is estimated that countless Westerners and Americans will criticize him and let him die. They don't care if Jacob is responsible for these people's deaths......

So the only thing Jacob can do in this situation is: kill Anthony Wade, completely eliminate Anthony Wade, and give him no chance to do what he said.

And this is also required in the system task.

If Anthony Wade doesn't die, then the system will punish him without him doing what he says he said. For Jacob, it was a worse punishment than death!

"For my sexual well-being, for Sophie's sake, for ...... Well, for the sake of Bronck's hundreds of lives, Anthony Wade, let me meet you!"