Henry looked up and saw the area near the gate was pitch black, with nothing ignited.
He noticed that breaking through the machine gun blockade had only consumed four green pearl shells, leaving plenty of immunity tokens. So he put away the rock, crouched low, and quietly walked quickly toward the manor gate.
The sky had brightened a bit more by now, and Henry could make out the outlines of objects over twenty meters away.
Soon he discovered both iron doors had been blown down.
Having observed the manor for a long time yesterday afternoon, he was very familiar with its structure. He quickly crossed the gate and quietly walked toward a stone sculpture about twenty meters to the left.
Huh?
The outline of this stone sculpture seemed to be fluctuating!
Henry's hands instantly produced two double-action revolvers and 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, muzzle flashes over thirty meters to the right were exceptionally conspicuous, followed immediately by two gunshots.
Then three muzzle flashes over twenty meters ahead, with three gunshots following in rapid succession.
Two white pearl shells silently dissipated, and one gray pearl shell dissipated.
Henry fired at where the flashes appeared as they flickered - it felt like shooting at fast-moving targets in 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 in a 120-degree arc, eleven muzzle flashes appeared almost simultaneously.
The motionless Henry instantly switched to two new double-action pistols and counterattacked following the gun flash afterglow.
The entire manor echoed with rapid crackling sounds like firecrackers being lit.
Gunpowder smoke and the smell of blood intertwined, rolling and merging in the ambiguous night, like dark mist swirling at the gates of hell on the road to the underworld, making hearts heavy, as if the next moment would bring a fall into the underworld with no redemption.
Three more white pearl shells dissipated.
After Henry emptied the 12 bullets in his pistols, he switched to a rifle and fired two shots each at the two locations still spitting flames.
Another white pearl shell dissipated.
After four shots, everything finally settled down temporarily.
Henry remained motionless to avoid misremembering enemy positions.
At such distances, a tiny error could mean a huge miss.
In the lightning-fast duel where life and death were decided in an instant, Henry didn't even have time to spare attention to release the granite stone again.
A tactical expert definitely wouldn't fight so recklessly.
Henry hid behind the stone sculpture, waiting quietly.
After a few minutes, dawn was about to break, but for Henry it was already like daylight.
Henry emerged from behind the sculpture and walked to each position from memory, using his pistol to finish them off.
He collected each one after finishing them off.
Three men were still struggling to raise their guns to shoot at Henry, but it was all in vain.
Their vision and reactions were already far inferior to Henry's, and being severely wounded, they had no chance. They obediently entered Henry's space.
When Henry reached the last guard, he found the opponent had been hit in the chest and abdomen by rifle bullets - even without a finishing shot, he wouldn't last much longer.
"...Devil, impossible..." the guard murmured in low voice.
His eyes should have been completely blurred, unable to see anything clearly.
Henry felt he should be the guard captain here, so he put a bullet in his chest - he had no interest in letting the opponent die understanding what happened. After collecting him, he walked toward the main house.
Reaching the main house, he pushed open the first-floor door. Inside was quiet, and everything in sight had European-style decoration that was fairly exquisite.
Sean sat quietly in the center of the sofa in the main hall, looked regretfully at the masked Henry, and pulled the trigger of the gun in his hand without saying a word.
"Bang!" A mixture of red and white matter sprayed from Sean's temple as he slumped on the sofa.
Ruthless enough!
If he had said even one word or tried to attack Henry, Henry could have shot the gun from his hand.
Anyone who dared to attack him was truly ruthless.
Henry paid him no more attention and began checking the entire main house.
Then he discovered there was no one else.
Henry remembered that during over an hour of observation yesterday afternoon, he hadn't seen any children or the lady of the house - they had likely been moved by Sean, or it had always been this way.
He began searching the entire manor while also collecting Sean.
At this time, in the servant quarters on both sides, over forty servants were trembling, including Sean's butler Elliott.
They were afraid criminals would suddenly break down their doors, and each was praying desperately.
After searching for over half an hour, Henry collected eight oil paintings of various sizes and sixteen miscellaneous ornaments.
Unwilling to give up, Henry carefully searched the bedroom and study again, occasionally knocking and tapping.
Finally, his Theft LV3 skill paid off. Henry discovered something wrong with the space behind the bookshelf in the study. Following clues, he found the switch on the bookshelf and opened the hidden compartment behind it.
"I knew with so many people and horses eating, how could there be no cash?" Henry praised himself while collecting the US coins, paper money, and 12 gold bars of 100 ounces each inside.
The manor's deed was also inside.
Henry collected everything, reset the hidden compartment, then went downstairs to the outside warehouse.
Having observed for a long time yesterday, he already knew one large warehouse contained daily necessities and such, while another small warehouse held weapons and equipment.
Henry took out lock-picking tools to open the small warehouse door and collected 2 Gatling guns, 52 Winchester rifles, 124 Colt double-action revolvers and 36 single-action pistols, about 50,000 .44 bullets, 50,000 machine gun bullets, 82 various knives, plus 1,100 pounds of TNT, 2,300 pounds of dynamite, 151 fire detonators, and 296 electric detonators.
After finishing this, Henry found it was almost 7 o'clock. He opened the large warehouse door and collected 120 bottles of whiskey, 240 McNeill cigars and Punch cigars, plus some daily necessities.
Leaving both warehouse doors wide open, Henry searched around the manor entrance and collected the bodies of 10 sentries into his space.
Finally, he went to the stable and led out an unmarked horse with a saddle already fitted, and rode away.
Since the others were so well-behaved and didn't come out to meet Henry, Henry wouldn't silence them.
Moreover, through their accounts, it would be even more unbelievable that this was the work of one person.
There were certainly some of Sean's trusted subordinates among them, but the master was dead, they were in a remote valley, the outside warehouse still had so many supplies, plus so many horses, saddles, and other livestock.
What would happen in this situation was hard to say.
Remember, this was the West!
Regardless, since they hadn't met Henry face-to-face or heard his voice, Henry would spare them.
When he reached the outside road, Henry didn't find the horse he'd left there over two hours ago, so he ignored it and rode back to Fresco Town.
Around 7:30, Henry returned home, led the horse into the stable, and removed the saddle into his space.
After checking the dried leaf in the door crack, Henry entered the house and took a satisfying hot bath, washing away the gunpowder smell covering his body.
(End of Chapter)
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