Daysler has been in charge of the Denver Black Market Center for over four years.
He was ordered to establish a Black Market intelligence and supplies trading center here three months before Colorado became the 38th state of America.
He will be transferred to another major city by the end of this year—the organization's high-level personnel are rotated every five years.
For over four years, Daysler has grown to like the feeling of controlling everything from behind the scenes.
Aside from a few individuals he needed to pay special attention to and be wary of, he felt like the underground law enforcer of Danfu City and County, an uncrowned king.
Though sharpshooters like Henry were rare, he had seen many similar ones.
Even the fastest and most accurate shooting techniques have their limits.
Henry was fine hiding in the gully, but going out into a big city like Denver would be courting death.
One cannot maintain sufficient vigilance at all times, and under such a high bounty, one would face gunshots at any moment, making it impossible to guard against.
It was even possible for law enforcement officers to personally set up and frame Henry.
Bounty targets either went insane or had their heads taken early and turned into bounty money.
Now, Daysler's only worry was that the McKinley Family might take a dark hand and either control or eliminate Henry first.
In that case, the 10% commission of the bounty would have nothing to do with the Black Market.
Daysler absolutely would not allow this to happen, although the Black Market had already profited handsomely from selling information about Henry.
Moreover, the thrill of stifling young elites was incomparable to anything else.
As Daysler thought of this, he couldn't help but glance at his slightly bulging belly.
Alas, he too was once a handsome and dashing young sharpshooter.
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It was almost 6 PM when Henry and his group arrived at Melon Manor.
Melon Manor was also Victorian style, covering about 3 acres, with a three-story brick and wood structure in the center, more than enough to accommodate the group.
Because Richard and his wife had already stayed there the day before yesterday, the manor's servants, such as the butler, cook, gardener, and maids, were well-equipped and quickly prepared rooms for Henry and his group, and began preparing dinner.
However, Richard soon received a dinner invitation for 7 PM, sent by Brendan through his butler, Elent.
Richard understood Brendan's anxiety. After discussing it with Madeline, he apologized to Henry and Linda, entrusted Edith to host Henry and his group, and then the couple went to the McKinley Family Manor for the appointment.
After Richard and his group left, Henry made arrangements one by one.
"I need to go out and handle some matters; it might take the entire night."
"This manor currently has no Mellon Family guards. Charles and Owen, excluding Pete, each of you lead three men to take turns guarding the four directions of the manor."
"Bick, you guard with Charles. I will set you free once I return from this outing."
Bick plucked up his courage and said, "Sheriff Henry, I want to work for you. May I?"
Henry smiled and said, "If you work for me, I have requirements. Let's talk about it when I get back. For now, focus on your task."
"Yes, Sheriff Henry." Bick immediately went to Charles, listening to his arrangements.
At this time, Edith and Linda were washing up, so Henry didn't disturb them. After having Pete explain for him, he led out his brown Quarter Horse, which had integrated the gray bead's empty shell, from the stable, mounted it, and galloped away.
Henry's sharp gaze swept around, finding no suspicious people. He rode at high speed towards the aspen forest about five hundred meters away.
After rounding two bends, as he was about to reach this dense forest covering about 10 acres, Henry looked back at the path he came from, found no one following, and rode straight into the forest.
Then Henry put away this Quarter Horse, changed his gray shirt and blue jeans to a blue canvas shirt and gray jeans, swapped his brown high-top boots for black ones, replaced his wide-brimmed hat with a newsboy cap, took out a thick brown-black full beard and stuck it on his chin and cheeks, and finally, a brown-black handlebar mustache that almost blocked his nostrils.
Next, Henry released a gray-white Appaloosa horse with leopard-like spots on its skin from his space, mounted it, and left through another exit of the forest.
A few minutes later, he passed the Hamlet Bar on the east side of the city, which Drummond had mentioned.
After all, the entire Danfu City was not large at this time, and this bar was also in the east direction of the city, along with Melon Manor, making it not hard to find.
Walking about two hundred meters from the bar, Henry rode into an empty alley, dismounted and put away his horse, then walked out of the alley and headed towards the Hamlet Bar.
Soon, Henry pushed open the narrow double-leaf louvered doors of the bar.
The bar had three floors. The first floor's layout was similar to Drummond's Phoenix Bar, also featuring a billiard table and a standard boxing ring in a corner, with over twenty sets of log tables and chairs.
At this moment, a crowd surrounded the boxing ring, cheering loudly for two white boxers who were exchanging bare-knuckled, flesh-pounding blows.
The unusually tall Henry immediately caught the attention of the two white bartenders behind the bar.
In those days, the average height of ordinary Western men was between 1.6 and 1.7 meters, even for people from Netherlands, who are known for their height in later generations.
The average height of adult men in America was 1.71 meters.
Therefore, Henry's height of 1.86 meters already made him stand out like a crane among chickens.
This might be due to Henry's aristocratic ancestors, who had abundant food and several generations of excellent genetic inheritance.
This was also why Henry was surprised when he saw a guard, possibly a leader, at the McKinley Smelting Plant who was about 1.95 meters tall last time.
Henry strongly suspected that his strength talent came from him.
However, due to the release life progress bar's enhancement, Henry's physique hasn't changed much; instead, it feels more like wood turning into iron.
Henry walked directly to the bar and said to the bald bartender who came to the opposite side of the bar, "I'm looking for Blackjack."
Blackjack also refers to the Ace of Spades in poker.
The bald bartender scrutinized Henry, then turned and spoke a few words to the other bartender, walked out from behind the bar, and as he passed Henry, he gave a nod, signaling him to follow.
The two walked to a small room next to the back door of the bar on the first floor. The bald bartender said, "Take out all your weapons and give them to me for safekeeping. You can retrieve them when you return. There will be a body search soon, and any found weapons will be confiscated with a penalty, so don't try any tricks."
Henry shrugged and said, "I know the rules, so I didn't bring any weapons."
The bald bartender was noncommittal.
"You wouldn't want to know what the penalty for breaking the rules is. Anyway, I've already told you. Now, pay a 100 us dollar deposit."
Henry took out twenty 5 us dollar bills from his waist pouch. The bald bartender took the bills, counted them twice, put them away, and then took out a wooden Card about the size of a child's palm and a black canvas mask—which only exposed the eyes and covered the area above the neck—from a drawer in the room's table.
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