Henry even suspected that if he lost focus for a second, the other party would quickly draw a pistol and shoot him, or perform a "one-push kill" to his eyes or back.
So malicious, he deserved to be "one-push killed" by Henry. This was retribution!
Henry's sharp gaze noticed something was off with the jacket's interlining. After cutting it open with a dagger, he found 2,600 us dollars, all in 100-denomination bills.
There was also a leather map—it looked quite old.
Henry unfolded the map, an irregular rectangle about 15cm by 30cm—it had clearly been cut open by a sharp blade, and on it were some hieroglyph-like symbols.
Since he couldn't understand it, Henry temporarily put it and the us dollars into his space.
Then Henry put Louis, along with his sword and blanket, into his space.
He didn't pull out the sword to prevent blood from splattering everywhere.
Then Henry carefully checked the room. Since there were no obvious bloodstains, he opened the door and went downstairs to leave.
At this time, Drummond had disappeared to who knows where; Henry didn't see him at all on the way.
Henry walked back to the police station. About half an hour later, the coachman brought Luke back.
Henry chatted with the coachman for a few sentences and found that he was indeed an ordinary coachman and didn't know Louis, so he paid him the fare and sent him away.
From then on, the legendary Western killer Kallenberg silently vanished from this world.
A green bead without a skill appeared under Henry's progress bar.
As Kallenberg's soul dissipated, Barrett, riding two horses alone, set off on a fast horse from Denver, heading to Fresco Town, 85 miles away.
His five tokens that he had sent out were finally recovered one by one, which made him feel relieved.
No matter the outcome of this duel with Henry, he had no regrets.
As an existence that had been challenged by over 200 people and could still stand tall in the world, Barrett had dominated for twenty years.
His pride and honor would not allow him to sneak attack a child.
Many people had forgotten that besides being a master horseman, soldier, spy, scout, lawyer, gunman, and god of gamblers, his earliest job was actually a pastor.
It was only because of the turbulent times that he put down his Bible and picked up a gun.
Unfortunately, after so many years of fighting, he had no other family left except himself.
More than a month ago, he would sometimes feel dizzy.
After diagnosis by his doctor friend, Barrett had a very rare eye disease and might lose his sight within the next year.
Although Barrett had some regrets, years of hardship had taught him to accept the impermanence of fate.
This might also be the price he had to pay for his extraordinary talent.
Being able to fulfill his last promise before going completely blind made him very satisfied.
Even if he died because of it, it was far better than being plagued by illness and dying of old age in a hospital bed.
So, the rest would depend on whether the young lion ascended to power or the aging lion king continued to reign supreme!
20 years old!
That was also exactly the age when Barrett first revealed his gun.
Therefore, life is often a cycle.
In this duel, Barrett decided to do his best, not just for the promise, but because that was true respect for a master!
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At exactly 3:00 PM, Henry began to assess the shooting skills of the 36 townspeople who had signed up as temporary police officers.
On the open muddy ground in the town, six 20cm diameter targets were placed at different distances and heights within 15-21 feet (5 to 6.4 meters) from the pistol shooting position.
The townspeople participating in the assessment would quickly draw their guns at the shooting position, fire six bullets at six targets, and be scored based on shooting time and accuracy.
For rifles, one chest-ring target—52 cm wide, 54.5 cm long, with a 10 cm wide white bullseye—was placed at 50 meters, 100 meters, 150 meters, 200 meters, and 300 meters from the shooting position.
The townspeople shot from kneeling and standing positions without support.
Since the lever action of the Winchester 1873 was not suitable for prone shooting, this item was not assessed.
Henry did not assess moving target shooting.
Because these two assessments had already eliminated 12 people, two of whom were too old, both over 40.
Considering the average lifespan of Western men in this era was 35, these two were too old, and their shooting skills were average.
Shooting is a skill that requires a lot of live-fire practice to significantly improve.
In his past life as a mercenary, Zhang Tianyuan had researched the number of bullets fired to cultivate a sharpshooter, with some saying ten thousand and others a hundred thousand.
It is estimated that this is due to differences in talent and training methods, but at least ten thousand rounds of ammunition are enough to illustrate the point.
A shooter needs to form muscle memory and become familiar with various complex shooting environments through a large amount of shooting practice.
Of course, people with strong physical qualities will find it easier to control the recoil, trigger, and muzzle of a gun, and the same amount of training will definitely yield much better results than for ordinary people.
In a major battle, it is common for an average of one or two thousand bullets to be fired to kill one person; often, shooting is just for suppressing the enemy.
The current Henry is a cheat-enabled player; his shooting skill improvement speed is like a rocket, directly reaching the level of firing 100,000 or even 200,000 rounds or more.
Moreover, his powerful body allows him to shoot faster and more accurately, and with his likely "Eagle Eye" talent, it's like adding wings to a tiger.
He couldn't be so strict with ordinary people.
Henry planned to select people with higher talent and loyalty from these 24 individuals through several operations and Focus on training them.
At least each person would be fed 10,000 rounds of live-fire practice.
So-called loyalty means not being the kind of ungrateful person with a rebellious nature.
Ten thousand rounds of ammunition would cost about 30 us dollars, which means he himself could easily afford 720 us dollars for 240,000 rounds.
Among these 24 people, there were 8 good prospects, ranging from 18 to 24 years old.
One of them was named Thor, who was quite familiar with the original Henry, probably just turned 18, and came from Max Farm.
There were 10 people around 30 years old, all experienced cowboys, gunmen, and possibly even bandits from other places.
After everyone's assessment, the blond, blue-eyed Thor, relying on his familiarity with Henry, asked with a grin, "Henry, everyone says your marksmanship is amazing. Can you show us?"
Henry looked around and saw that everyone showed expressions of anticipation.
Indeed, showing off his skills would help him manage them, as he was too young, and as the saying goes, 'seeing is believing.'
In this era, machines for automated glass bottle production had just been invented, and glass was still quite expensive, so it wasn't suitable for shooting glass bottles.
Henry had twelve people, including Thor, each pick up a palm-sized stone and scatter them about thirty meters in front of him, distributed in a 120-degree arc.
"Luke, go over and tell them that you will fire a shot into the sky, and when they hear the gunshot, they should all throw their stones at me with full force simultaneously."
Luke went over and told them, then stood beside Thor, drew his revolver, and fired a shot into the sky.
The twelve people simultaneously threw their stones at Henry with all their might.
An ordinary person throws a stone at a speed of 25 meters/second, while a professional baseball player might reach 45 meters/second.
These young, strong men, even if they threw at 30 meters/second, it would still take about 1 second to reach him.
Henry, with a flick and a pull of both hands, raised his two Colt 1878 pistols and fired rapidly.
Bystanders only felt a blur, and Henry had already fired!
His powerful dynamic vision and sharp eyesight allowed him to see the trajectories and the order of all the stones clearly.
"Bang bang bang"
Henry fired six shots from each of his two guns, sequentially shooting down all the stones in mid-air according to the order of their arrival!
The closest stones could not get within ten meters of Henry.