Henry quickly calculated that there were thirty-six rooms and eight armed guards in the lobby.
"Sir, are you here to post a mission or seek a mission?" a young Caucasian waiter asked, emerging from behind the bar.
"To seek a mission," Henry said in a deep voice.
"Please follow me." The Caucasian waiter turned and led Henry to booth 19, then flipped the white sign hanging on the booth's door to show the black side facing out.
The layout inside the booth was similar to the Denver Black Market, with one guard, one receptionist, and an office desk, but the wooden stools had been replaced with leather sofas.
"Sir, what kind of mission are you looking for? Or do you have any requirements for the reward?" a slightly middle-aged, chubby Caucasian receptionist asked.
"I'd like to know more about Henry's bounty mission," Henry inquired.
"Alright, Henry's bounty is an unrestricted mission, anyone can take it, no deposit required. If you need his intelligence, it's 20 us dollars. B-level members get a 20% discount, making it 16 us dollars. Do you need it?" the receptionist asked.
Henry took out one 1 us dollar bill, one 5 us dollar bill, and one 10 us dollar bill from his money pouch at his waist and handed them over.
"Okay, here's Henry's basic information." The receptionist took the money and retrieved a file from a drawer, handing it over.
Henry opened the file and found that the first document was a solo photo of himself taken by Tom from the New York Sun on the train.
It must be said that Caucasians with two large beards look completely different from when they have no facial hair, and no one, including the receptionist opposite him, suspected Henry.
Following the file were some of Henry's basic details, as well as information about him single-handedly eliminating over eighty mounted bandits in Fresco Town, dueling with Barrett and Billy the Kid, and killing 68 robbers on the train. Next was the latest itinerary of Henry and his group—expected to exit New York train station at 6 AM today, to send Linda's family of three to Linda's parents' home.
The final recommendation was: Target has formidable marksmanship, is ferocious and brutal, extremely dangerous. It is recommended to employ assassination, ambush, or surprise attack methods.
At this moment, there was a knock on the booth door—one long, two short. The waiter pushed open the door, handed a document to the receptionist, and then exited the booth again.
After glancing at the document, the receptionist smiled and said, "We just received Henry's latest intelligence. However, it costs 10 us dollars. B-level members get a 20% discount, so it's only 8 us dollars. Sir, do you need it?"
"Yes," Henry said, taking out one 5 us dollar bill and three 1 us dollar bills from his money pouch and handing them over.
"Thank you." The receptionist smiled as he took the us dollars, then handed the document to Henry.
Henry took the document and found that it recorded the time he and others exited the New York train station today and the security situation, including Linda's parents' background information and home address, Peter and Mary checking into Astute Mansion Hotel, and information about himself supposedly leaving the carriage midway.
The conclusion was that Henry was expected to stay at the Astute Mansion Hotel or Linda's parents' home.
After reading the document, Henry immediately realized that there were definitely scouts among the two carriages and three horseback riders he had been watching after getting off the Astute carriage. Fortunately, he had been cautious.
The receptionist saw Henry look up and was about to say something, but then he saw Henry's left hand make two quick gestures, and suddenly a Swift Sword appeared in his right hand, its tip pressed against the receptionist's neck.
He felt that the sharpness of the sword tip might have already pierced his skin, and the chilling cold made goosebumps rise on his neck. The guard behind him was silent, likely having met a grim fate.
"If you utter another word of nonsense, this sword will pierce through your neck and protrude from the back of your head, and your brains will flow out along the sword tip. Who are the people in charge here? Where are they?" Henry asked coldly.
"Pfft!" The guard, with a 15-centimeter-long skill Flying Dagger embedded in both his neck and left eye, tilted his head back and fell onto the seat.
"The big boss here is Travis, he's on the fourth floor. The head of the guards is Alvin, he's in the backyard on the first floor. Each floor has a supervisor. The supervisor for this floor is John, he's in the office area and storage area behind this floor," the receptionist said, not daring to delay.
"How many guards are in this building? How are they distributed?"
"I'm not sure about the third-floor A-level member area and the fourth floor. On our floor, besides the 8 guards outside and 24 guards in the negotiation area, there are also 6 guards in the storage area behind. However, only a quarter of them are on duty now. The first floor has over 60 guards, the front yard outside has nearly 40 guards, and the backyard has over 100 rotating guards."
"Where are the warehouses? The archives? The vault?"
"There are two warehouses; the latter half of this floor, and half of the second basement is a warehouse. I don't know about the archives and the vault. If a guest needs any intelligence that we don't have here, they report it to the bar staff, and they will bring it over. The information we have in these negotiation rooms is all the latest mission-related intelligence from the past two days."
"How do I get into the back of this floor? What's the secret signal? I'll also interrogate the waiters outside, if you lie…" Henry pushed the sword tip forward slightly.
"It's just behind the bar, knock two long, two short, and the door will open from the back," the receptionist said urgently.
"The people in charge and armed personnel in the other three buildings?"
"I'm not sure, probably two or three hundred people in each building?"
"How many copies of Henry's mission intelligence have been sold in the past two days?"
"I don't know about others, but here, including this one just sold, 4 copies have been sold, uh…"
Henry pulled out the Swift Sword that had pierced through the back of the receptionist's head, then walked to his side, pulled out the drawer, and took all the money and intelligence files inside.
Henry had originally wanted to learn more, but now he had to act quickly to avoid leaking his latest intelligence.
Normally, apart from intelligence agencies like the Black Market that were monitoring Henry, no one would so closely collect his latest intelligence.
So, as long as this club building was destroyed and all those who might have taken Henry's bounty and purchased his latest intelligence were released, Linda's family of three would be much safer.
Even if there were omissions, it wouldn't be too critical.
Similar to the Denver Black Market Center, as long as this building collapsed and the leadership was eliminated, attacks on Henry and his close ones due to Black Market bounties would greatly decrease—at least not for the next few days.
Henry pulled two skill Flying Daggers from the fallen guard and walked out of the negotiation room.
At the same time, he activated his Super Reaction Talent, instantly transforming into an eight-armed Nezha, showering out 24 skill Flying Daggers in one second, each piercing the neck and eye of the 8 guards within a 10-meter radius and the 4 waiters at the bar.
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