Six meters away at the card table, three men immediately dropped their cards upon seeing this, stood up, and drew their revolvers from their waist holsters.
"Bang bang bang!" Three consecutive gunshots, and Billy the Kid shot the pistols out of all three men's hands, making them cry out in pain repeatedly.
The miraculous three shots made the bartender understand the situation, and he immediately put that 10-cent coin back on the counter.
"We have real bourbon, it's on me," the fat bartender said while sweating profusely, looking at Billy the Kid, not daring to move.
Seeing Billy the Kid's expression becoming increasingly unfriendly, the fat man shouted, "I have intelligence about a high-value bounty commission! Ten thousand dollars!"
Billy the Kid's eyes moved, slowly holstered his gun, and said, "First serve two bourbons, then tell me in detail."
The fat man struggled to crouch down, used a key to unlock the cabinet door below, took out a bottle of Maker's Mark bourbon whiskey, turned and poured two glasses for Billy the Kid.
Billy the Kid once again downed the glass in one gulp. This time his expression relaxed - finally something to clear his head.
He glanced coldly at the fat man, making him shiver and quickly say, "It's Sheriff Henry Bruce from Fresco, a gold mining town past Denver. He—"
The more Billy the Kid listened, the brighter his eyes became - this was exactly the opponent he had been dreaming of!
Listen to this!
One man acting as an army, killing dozens of cavalrymen; instantly killing six men with lightning-fast gun drawing!
As Billy the Kid, who had been an orphan since age twelve, ever since his only warmth in life - his former employer - died, his life had lost its anchor.
So Billy the Kid didn't even know what he would do next.
Since mastering marksmanship over a year ago, he truly hadn't encountered an opponent - among them were renowned sharpshooters and quick-draw artists, but they had all fallen under his gun one by one.
Henry truly sparked Billy the Kid's interest!
Only dueling with a real expert could bring a trace of vitality to his withered heart!
Billy the Kid decided to set off today.
It was only 115 miles from here to Denver, 172 miles to Fresco. Conserving his strength, he could arrive tomorrow afternoon.
Billy the Kid picked up the second glass of bourbon with his left hand and downed it in one gulp!
Happy!
Billy the Kid smiled broadly.
The fat man who had been anxiously watching his expression felt relieved.
Billy the Kid's right hand gripped and drew the gun handle at his waist!
"Bang bang bang bang!" The fat bartender and three gambling toughs instantly took bullets to their foreheads, crimson blood and white brain matter splattered out as they collapsed.
Happy to kill!
All people who might recognize him had to die!
Billy the Kid wouldn't allow anyone to disturb his upcoming sacred duel.
He went around behind the bar, grabbed a large handful of bills and coins from the drawer, picked up the bottle of bourbon whiskey that had just been poured, and swaggered away.
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After Henry compared the bounty wanted lists, he found that among last night's eight bandits, there was indeed one bandit with a bounty in Denver.
Since it wasn't in this town, there was no need to mention last night's events.
"Pete, go to Linda's place to guard. Intelligence indicates bandits may target her and the two children recently. Fire a warning shot if there's any situation," Henry instructed Pete.
Upon hearing this news, Pete became extremely anxious and hurried over to Linda's place.
"Luke and McDee, you two go notify these applicants that shooting assessments begin at 3 PM," Henry continued giving orders.
"Yes, Sheriff!" The two received their orders and left.
At this time, in Georgetown, over twenty miles from Fresco Town.
A train slowly came to a stop, and a tall, thin man named Kalenbeck in a tailcoat gentleman's suit and wearing a high-quality silk top hat slowly stepped off the train.
He held an exquisite walking stick in his left hand and a very textured calfskin briefcase in his right hand.
Kalenbeck was a famous western assassin, but few living people knew his true identity.
He had no cowboy spirit whatsoever, practicing quick-draw shooting only to fire before others could, his greatest love being to shoot people when they were caught off guard or from behind.
Making powerful enemies die frustrated with their brains splattered was his favorite.
Soon, Kalenbeck rented a carriage and headed straight for Fresco Town.
——
Meanwhile, at Denver train station, a burly brown-haired man with graying temples slowly walked out.
"Hello Mr. Barrett! Please follow me, the boss is waiting," McKinley family reception staff Dylan quickly stepped forward to greet him.
Barrett followed Dylan into a carriage toward McKinley's manor.
At this time, butler Elliott was reporting to Brendan at the manor.
"Jesse James and John Gale are temporarily unreachable. Kalenbeck has accepted the commission. Barrett is heading to the manor - he needs to retrieve his token before beginning action."
"Additionally, at least two waves of assassins have already moved against Henry, but he single-handedly killed them all with lightning-fast dual pistols. Initial assessment is that he's a super gunslinger at Barrett's or Billy the Kid's level."
Brendan asked somewhat uncertainly, "Can Barrett reach Billy the Kid's level? He seems not to have acted for several years."
Elliott respectfully said, "Twelve years ago I personally witnessed him act with the master, using a Colt M1860 military revolver to instantly kill six enemies 40 feet away. Over these years he has killed over two hundred challengers."
"Moreover, during the Civil War he was a Northern scout and spy who achieved brilliant military exploits. What he's most known for is his extraordinary marksmanship that no one can match, with a reputation far above the Southern army's Bryan Mills," Elliott added.
Brendan nodded and said, "Is there any way to keep the token? We could add money or other conditions."
Elliott replied, "Probably not. Barrett has only given out five tokens over all these years. His only two recent actions were to retrieve tokens, and ours is the last one."
Brendan said nothing more, stroking his chin and falling into deep thought.
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At Mayor William's house, private detective Rafael was reporting to William.
"The assassins who launched attacks at the cemetery and bar yesterday afternoon all came for Henry's black market bounty - the ten-thousand-dollar reward is really too high."
"I believe various assassins will continuously flock here during this period."
William asked, "Can you find out who posted the bounty?"
Rafael answered, "Not at the moment, but it should be the mastermind behind these two town attacks."
William pondered for a moment and asked, "Do you think Henry knows about this bounty?"
Rafael replied, "I heard that after he killed the assassins at the bar last night, he had a secret meeting with Drummond for over half an hour, so he should know. And as a top gunslinger, he should be able to sense that these assassins were targeting him."