Henry looked up; it was pitch black near the main gate, and nothing was lit.
He noticed that only four green bead empty shells had dissipated after breaking through the machine gun blockade, meaning he still had plenty of death-exempting talismans. So, he put away the rocks, crouched low, and quietly hurried towards the manor gate.
By this time, the sky had brightened a little, and Henry could make out the silhouettes of objects more than 20 meters away.
He soon discovered that both iron gates had been blown down.
He had observed the manor for a long time yesterday afternoon and was very familiar with its structure. After quickly passing through the gate, he quietly walked towards a stone sculpture about twenty meters to the left.
Huh?
The outline of this stone sculpture seemed to be fluctuating!
Two Colt double-action revolvers instantly appeared in Henry's hands, and he fired at the fluctuating area.
"Bang!" A cry of pain came, and the outline became more exposed.
"Bang!" The second shot rang out, and the outline fell in response.
At the same time, the muzzle flash from about thirty meters to the right was exceptionally conspicuous, followed closely by two gunshots.
Immediately after, there were three muzzle flashes about twenty meters ahead, and three gunshots followed in quick succession.
Two white bead empty shells silently dissipated, and one gray bead empty shell dissipated.
Henry fired at the flashing flames the moment they appeared—it felt like shooting fast-moving targets at a shooting range.
"Bang bang bang bang…" Several screams came.
Henry emptied the remaining ten bullets from both pistols in almost one second.
Further away, within a 120-degree arc, eleven gun flashes appeared almost simultaneously.
The motionless Henry instantly swapped to two new double-action revolvers and counterattacked, following the afterglow of the gun flashes.
The entire manor erupted with a rapid, continuous sound, like firecrackers being lit.
The smell of gunpowder and blood intertwined, tumbled, and merged into the dim, uncertain night, like a dark, gloomy mist swirling at the gates of hell on the road to the underworld, making one's heart heavy, as if the next moment they would fall into the Yellow Springs, never to be reborn.
Another three white bead empty shells dissipated.
After Henry emptied the 12 bullets from his pistols, he switched to a Winchester Rifle and fired two shots at each of the two still-flashing locations.
Another white bead empty shell dissipated.
After four shots, everything finally quieted down temporarily.
Henry remained motionless to prevent misremembering the enemy's positions.
At such a distance, a hair's breadth difference could lead to a mile's miss.
In such a lightning-fast duel, life and death hung in an instant. Henry didn't even have time to be distracted by releasing the granite again.
A tactical master would certainly not be as reckless as he was.
Henry hid behind the stone sculpture and waited quietly.
In a few minutes, the sky would be completely bright, but for Henry, it was already like broad daylight.
Henry emerged from behind the stone sculpture and, relying on the positions he had just memorized, walked over one by one to finish them off with his pistol.
He collected each one after finishing him off.
Three people were still struggling, trying to raise their guns and shoot at Henry, but it was all in vain.
Their vision and reaction time were already far inferior to Henry's, and they were severely wounded, so they had no chance. They obediently entered Henry's space.
When Henry was clearing out the last guard, he found that the man had been hit in the chest and abdomen by a Winchester Rifle bullet; even without a finishing shot, he wouldn't last much longer.
"...Devil, impossible..." the guard mumbled softly.
His eyes must have been completely blurred, unable to see anything clearly.
Henry felt that he was probably the head of the guards here, so he gave him a finishing shot to the chest—he had no interest in letting the other party die understandingly. After collecting him, he walked towards the main house.
Upon reaching the main house, he pushed open the front door on the first floor. It was quiet inside, and everything visible was European-style decor, quite exquisite.
In the center of the hall, Sean sat silently on the sofa, regrettably glancing at the masked Henry, and without a word, pulled the trigger of the gun in his hand.
"Bang!" A mixture of red and white burst from Sean's temple, and he slumped onto the sofa.
Ruthless enough!
If he had said a word or attempted to attack Henry, Henry could have knocked the gun out of his hand.
Those who dare to act against themselves are truly ruthless individuals.
Henry ignored him and began to inspect the entire main house.
Then he found that there was no one else.
Henry remembered observing for over an hour yesterday afternoon and not seeing any children or the mistress, so they were likely moved by Sean, or it had always been this way.
He began to search the entire manor, collecting Sean as well.
At this time, in the servant quarters on both sides, over forty servants were trembling, including Sean's butler, Elliot.
They were afraid that the criminals would suddenly break in, and each of them was desperately praying.
After searching for over half an hour, Henry collected eight oil paintings of various sizes and sixteen miscellaneous ornaments.
Still not giving up, Henry meticulously searched the bedrooms and study, knocking and tapping occasionally.
Finally, the LV3 Stealing skill proved its worth. Henry noticed that the space behind the bookshelf in the study felt wrong. Following the clues, he found a switch on the bookshelf and opened the hidden compartment behind it.
"I knew it, with so many people and horses to feed, how could there be no cash?" Henry boasted to himself as he collected the us dollar coins and paper cash inside, along with 12 pieces of 100-ounce gold bars.
The manor's deed was also inside.
After collecting everything, Henry reset the hidden compartment and then went downstairs to the outside warehouse.
He had observed for a long time yesterday and already knew that one large warehouse contained daily necessities, while the other smaller warehouse held weapons and equipment.
Henry took out his lock-picking tools and opened the door to the small warehouse, collecting 2 Gatling Machine Guns, 52 Winchester Rifles, 124 Colt double-action revolvers and 36 single-action pistols, about 50,000 rounds of .44 ammunition, 50,000 rounds of machine gun ammunition, 82 various knives, as well as 1100 pounds of TNT, 2300 pounds of dana explosives, 151 blasting caps, and 296 electric detonators.
After finishing these, Henry noticed it was almost 7 o'clock. He then opened the door to the large warehouse and collected 120 bottles of whiskey, 240 Macanudo and Punch cigars, and some daily necessities.
Leaving the doors of both large and small warehouses wide open, Henry searched near the manor entrance and also brought the bodies of 10 sentries into his space.
Finally, he went to the stable, pulled out an unmarked horse with a saddle already on, and rode away.
Since the others were so well-behaved and didn't come out to confront Henry, Henry wouldn't silence them.
Moreover, through their accounts, it would be even harder for people to believe that this was the result of one person's battle.
There must have been some of Sean's confidantes inside, but the master was dead, and they were in a secluded valley. There were also so many supplies in the large warehouse outside, and so many horses, saddles, and other livestock.
What would happen under these circumstances was hard to say.
Remember, this was the West!
In any case, since they hadn't met Henry face-to-face and hadn't heard Henry's voice, Henry let them go.
When he reached the main road outside, Henry didn't find the horse he had left there more than two hours ago, so he didn't bother with it and rode back to Fresco Town.
Henry returned home around 7:30, led the horse into the stable, and removed the saddle, putting it into his space.
After checking the dried leaves in the door crack, Henry entered the house, took a refreshing hot shower, and washed away the smell of gunpowder.
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