Thinking of this, Brendan arranged for someone to send a telegram to Shawn, instructing him to stand by and mobilize people to monitor Henry's movements.
Then, he issued an underground bounty of ten thousand us dollars for Henry's head.
He also found four top assassins he had previously worked with, giving each a two-thousand us dollar deposit, and promised another ten thousand us dollars bounty upon Henry's death.
Next, he notified the family's mineral exploration team to go on vacation to the California coast, temporarily leaving this troublesome place.
Finally, Brendan arranged for people to continue investigating Henry's family information and who Henry was currently concerned about.
Hmph! It's the royal family I'm killing!
Brendan secretly vowed in his heart.
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Henry was unaware of the storm Brendan was brewing against him.
At 3:30 PM, he led the remaining 5 police officers to the town's church and cemetery to attend the farewell and burial ceremony for the fallen officers.
Most of the town's residents were Protestants.
Twenty-four black coffins were lined up in the church, so neat and solemn that it was suffocating.
The sole pastor, Philip, a Scotsman of about fifty, recited the eulogy and prayed for the deceased. The relatives and friends below also prayed together. After they finished, the coffins were covered with a velvet pall and sent to the cemetery.
Relatives and friends could only weep silently, meaning not to disturb the peace of the deceased's soul.
During the burial, some petals were scattered, and after the burial, a cross was erected at the grave, a bouquet of flowers was placed, and relatives and friends mourned for a while before leaving.
Among these twenty-four families, there were over fifty children, some still in swaddling clothes.
The parents all nodded silently to Henry, grateful that he had avenged everyone.
Whether in his previous life or this one, Henry disliked the oppressive atmosphere of cemeteries.
The black coffins and white tombstones reflected each other, making one feel as if the world had turned into a pixelated realm of only black and white, as if life and death were but a moment, realizing how fragile life truly was.
Mayor William also participated in the entire funeral, with his granddaughter Jennice accompanying him.
Finally, he was speaking with Linda, Brian's widow.
Circling Linda's feet were two impeccably dressed children, Andre and Becky, like carved jade.
Henry listened quietly nearby, and after embracing Linda, he accompanied them as they slowly walked home.
Mayor William's three guards followed behind.
The town was not large, at most a thirty-minute walk.
It was approaching 7 PM, but the sky was still bright.
The group walked from the cemetery to the central avenue in a few minutes.
Huh?
Henry's gaze swept across the avenue and immediately noticed six people scattered about fifteen to sixteen meters away—three dressed in black, two in gray gentleman's suits, and one in a cowboy vest—exchanging glances.
His sharp eyes noticed something amiss inside their clothes.
"The three in black are pulling out guns from their chests and will shoot within a second. The two in gray will be a second later. The one in the cowboy vest is the fastest; he's a master!"
Henry instantly grasped the movements of the six. His brow began to throb faintly—danger!
All this seemed to take a long time to describe, but for Henry, it was instantaneous, as if an impending scene unfolded before him in advance, allowing him to see every detail at a glance.
Henry's hands flashed like lightning, drawing two Colt 1878 double-action revolvers from his waist holsters. With a thrust of his waist, he fired immediately the moment the guns left their holsters!
"Bang bang!"
His movements were too fast for the naked eye to discern. If a blink of an eye is 0.3 seconds, then Henry's total time taken would not exceed 0.03 seconds!
The cowboy vest's hand had just reached the handle of the revolver at his waist when he was shot in the forehead, his eyes suddenly losing their luster.
Another black-suited gentleman was shot in the forehead almost simultaneously! His revolver dropped to the ground.
Henry raised both guns and pulled the triggers repeatedly.
"Bang bang bang bang!"
The remaining four were all shot in the forehead, and their handguns dropped from their chests.
At this moment, the cowboy vest and the first black-suited gentleman had just slumped to the ground.
From the moment Henry started drawing his guns until he had fired 6 shots, it took no more than 0.5 seconds!
The alarm was not yet lifted!
Further away, about 30 meters, there were also four cowboys and gentlemen who seemed out of place!
Henry continued to shoot, seemingly very casually, without even aiming.
But after four shots, those four people also fell almost simultaneously, their foreheads similarly gaping with a hole the size of a baby's mouth, and their handguns scattered on the ground.
The alarm was lifted, taking 1 second in total!
Although pulling the trigger of a double-action revolver required much more force than a single-action revolver, Henry's Constitution, which had been raised to LV3, allowed him to handle it with ease.
Henry holstered one revolver and took out .44 bullets to reload the gun.
Only then did the others react, looking at Henry's tall figure as if he were a ghost or a god.
The children, whose eyes had not been covered by adults, clearly saw this scene and stared at Henry with sparkling eyes.
"Pete, you guys go search them. These are all assassins," Henry said while reloading.
The four Pits suppressed their shock and quickly moved forward to investigate.
Jennice broke free from her grandfather William's hand, ran a few steps forward, and looked up admiringly at the tall and handsome Henry.
Henry just smiled at her and paid no attention, spending over forty seconds reloading one gun, then switching to the other.
After he finished, he holstered both guns and then patted Jennice's little head.
At this moment, William also walked up to Henry and said angrily, "Lawless! These bandits dared to rush deep into the town to kill people!"
Henry said, "Indeed, it's a pity that in such an emergency, I couldn't hold back."
William kindly patted him on the shoulder and said, "It's not your fault, Henry. You've been exceptionally outstanding. Well done!"
Henry nodded, looked at Linda, and said, "It's alright, don't worry. Those who instigated these people won't escape either."
Linda nodded vigorously, picked up Becky in her arms, and said, "Becky, quickly thank Big Brother Henry."
Becky said in a childish voice, "Thank you, Big Brother Henry."
Henry smiled and praised, "Becky is so well-behaved."
At this moment, Pete returned and said, "Among them are two wanted quick-draw gunmen, Jimmy and Demon Allen. They are indeed all assassins."
Henry instructed, "Arrange a carriage to take them all back to the police station. I'll examine them later."
Upon hearing this, Pete walked to the roadside, untied the police horse hitched to a tree, mounted it, and quickly rode towards the police station.
"Luke, you watch these bodies. Maddie and Lawrence, you two come with me to escort everyone home first. Also, everyone, keep a few meters distance from me to avoid accidental injury."
After Henry finished speaking, he led the group to continue walking home.
They followed behind him, gazing at his tall back, their sense of security and pride almost overflowing from their hearts.
About half an hour later, Henry bid farewell to everyone one by one and walked back to the police station.