It was close to 9 PM. Except for four bars, most other shops were closed, and every household had their doors tightly shut.
The town had no streetlights; only a few wealthy homes had gas lamps hanging outside their doors, providing some light in the darkness.
Henry smoothly made his way to Ronald's house. A gas lamp also hung by his door, and the house was brightly lit inside.
The front door on the first floor was ajar, and faint voices could be heard from within.
Still busy this late?
Henry thought for a moment in the shadows, deciding to act immediately. The people inside might be discussing how to deal with him.
If he was wrong, well, they could only blame their bad luck.
After checking his weapons and equipment in his space, he quietly stepped onto the stairs in front of the house, pushed the door open gently with his right hand, and slipped inside.
The creak of the wooden door opening startled the four people in the hall—Ronald and three of James's henchmen, who were sitting on the sofa. They all turned their heads to look.
Two skill Flying Daggers appeared out of thin air in Henry's hands, and he swung them violently!
With superhuman strength, the skill Flying Daggers crossed the less than ten-meter distance like lightning, deeply embedding themselves in the necks of Ronald and James, who were directly facing Henry.
The astonishment in Ronald's and James's eyes instantly froze.
Henry swung his hands again, and two more skill Flying Daggers instantly pierced the necks of the other two henchmen.
Again! And again!
Henry swung his hands four times in total, and eight skill Flying Daggers, like repeatedly crossing chopsticks, each pair plunged into the necks of the four individuals.
Ignoring the four men, whose eyes were filled with despair, hands instinctively clutching their necks, and throats making rattling sounds, Henry closed the door firmly with a backhand. Then, unhurriedly, he walked to the coffee table in front of Ronald, picked up a letter, opened the envelope, and began to read the letter paper.
This letter was a reply from Sean, the patriarch of the McKinley Family's Dwyer Manor, to Ronald.
The letter agreed to Ronald's proposal: at 6 AM tomorrow, just as dawn broke, Sean would dispatch a team of gunmen to raid a Farm 8 miles from the town.
The Farm had seventeen households, all German and Scottish, totaling ninety-six people. Among them were 28 adult men, all brave and skilled fighters who had come here to find a new path after serving in the military on the Europe continent.
They had been rooted there for nearly 10 years, and more than a dozen of the third generation were already approaching adulthood.
Several of them had quite good relationships with Mayor William and Henry's grandfather.
This time, the main branch of the McKinley Family sent a company of cavalry—a total of 182 riders—and even brought two 6-barrel Gatling Machine Guns.
Originally, these cavalry were meant to suppress the bandit mercenaries.
Sean would also send an additional 20 gunmen to join the cavalry, making a total of 202 gunmen. With the two Gatling Machine Guns, no matter how formidable the people on the Farm were, they could only obediently die.
Then they would leave a few women and half-grown children alive to report to the town's police station.
The cavalry would ambush Henry and the others in the hills or valleys halfway between the town and the Farm.
With this plan, the police officers like Henry passing through the hills or valleys would essentially have no chance of survival.
Ruthless enough!
After reading the letter, Henry knew that Ronald had no intention of letting him smoothly take office as sheriff at 9 AM.
By this time, Ronald and the four men had all kicked the bucket, adding three gray beads and one white bead containing a skill to Henry.
Henry was not in a hurry to absorb this white bead, to prevent serious injuries in the upcoming battles.
After all, gray beads can only repair minor abnormal conditions.
Anyway, even absorbing these beads would at most improve the five LV1 skills, which wouldn't be of much help for now.
Henry put the four men into his space, also gaining four colt 1873 single action armys and 120 rounds of ammunition.
Next, Henry used the newly acquired tracking and anti-tracking skills to observe the entire house for any clues where things might be hidden. Although it wasn't his professional field, his observational skills were definitely greatly enhanced.
Eventually, he found a secret compartment under the desk in the upstairs study, yielding 5255 us dollars.
Ronald still knew how to make money. Although he had been firmly suppressed by Brian for over five years, most people in the gold rush town were rolling in money when the gold mine hadn't dried up, and there was still a lot of extra income.
Henry happily put this money into his space, along with a "one-thousandth" Winchester 1873 in the master bedroom, similar to Brian's.
It was said that only 136 of these rifles were ever produced, and this small town actually had two!
Ronald had never shown it off.
This guy was truly a sly old fox.
Henry complained while carefully leaving the house and stealthily returning home.
He hadn't expected such a big haul from this operation.
Initially, he only had one simple idea—to kill Ronald.
Because Ronald was the only officially appointed police officer in the town's police department, senior to Henry, backed by the McKinley Family, and always at odds with Henry, it was foreseeable that he would inevitably create all sorts of troubles for Henry.
And Henry didn't expect Ronald to be of any help, so a guy who could only bring negative effects naturally had no value in existing.
Moreover, Henry had already suspected Ronald was involved in Brian's attack, as he was the biggest beneficiary on the surface.
As for evidence, Henry stated that he wasn't a judge, so he didn't need such things at all.
Besides, hadn't the evidence already arrived?
As for James and the other two, they could only blame their bad luck.
In the cruel and wild West, getting caught up in such major events, if luck wasn't on your side, it was perfectly normal for ordinary people to die unnatural deaths.
It was a pity that the letter didn't explain why the McKinley Family was making such a big fuss.
But it didn't matter; Henry believed that Sean, the patriarch of their branch, would soon confess everything to him.
Soon, Henry quietly returned home.
It was still early, not even 10 PM, so he first took a hot shower.
When William first established this town, he based it on long-term development, building a complete underground sewage and water pipe system, drawing water from the nearby South Platte River.
After washing up, Henry, feeling refreshed, looked at the handsome man in the bathroom mirror—blond hair, blue eyes, fair skin, and facial features as Stereo as ancient Greece statues, nine-tenths similar to the Henry who played Superman in his previous life.
It was a pity that the original Henry deliberately sealed eighty percent of his stunning good looks with a full beard, making himself look seven or eight years older.
Henry immediately took out a razor and spent over ten minutes finally shaving off all his beard.
Wearing loose pure cotton underwear, Henry went to the kitchen and boiled a pot of hot water in a large copper kettle. After pouring out a cup, he put the large copper kettle into his Storage Space.
Then he sat on the small cowhide sofa in the hall, slowly drinking water while thinking about his next actions.