After arriving home, he closed the front door and sat on the calfskin sofa in the living room to begin tallying his gains.
First were the US dollars, totaling $38,752. The bulk came from Michael, that leader who had provided the premonition talent, and Deputy Police Chief Ronald. The other 201 people he had looted added up to about $9,000.
Second were the US coins, totaling $1,376.3.
In total, Henry now had $40,128.3, and adding the $24,000 bonus would make it $64,128.3.
This was equivalent to roughly $8 million in his previous timeline, about 55 million yuan in purchasing power.
Indeed, horses don't get fat without night grass, and people don't get rich without windfalls.
There was no personal income tax in this era - truly a nice time to live.
Then there were the newly acquired weapons: two Gatling guns and over six thousand machine gun bullets, but these required manual rotation of the barrels and needed at least two people to operate properly.
Additionally, he had gained 152 Winchester rifles and 4 Mauser 1873 bolt-action rifles.
This Mauser rifle was the predecessor to the famous Mauser 98K from the battle royale games.
Unfortunately, it was a single-shot rifle, not suitable for Henry's current use. He'd keep it for now.
There were also 156 Colt double-action pistols.
About twenty thousand .44 bullets.
Other items included 156 daggers and sabers combined, one swift sword, and 360 throwing knives.
Henry had also just taken the complete set of lock-picking tools that had just been stored in the warehouse.
This swift sword should have been left by that fellow who had provided the experience.
Swift sword dueling was the main dueling method that Western nobles - later almost everyone - had enjoyed tirelessly for hundreds of years.
Like in the movie "The Mask of Zorro" that Henry had seen in his previous timeline, Zorro used the swift sword as one of his main weapons.
After finishing his calculations and inventory, it was noon. Henry went out to the home of former Police Chief Bryan Mills, about fifty meters away.
Bryan Mills' wife Linda was only thirty years old this year. Bryan Mills had rescued her eight years ago while traveling to Denver, after killing four bandits.
She was said to be a descendant of French nobility, with direct relatives still in New York.
Although she couldn't be considered a top-tier beauty, she had a gentle, intellectual temperament - the kind of blonde beauty that was very pleasant to look at.
Henry was very familiar with Linda because he often came here for meals.
Henry found that he didn't feel much attachment to the dead, like Police Chief Bryan Mills.
But for living friends, having absorbed all of the original Henry's memories, he cared quite a bit.
Henry estimated this situation was caused by his three-plus years as a mercenary in his previous timeline.
After all, having seen life and death so often, the living were more important.
Linda was preparing lunch at this time.
She and Bryan Mills had a 6-year-old boy named André and a 3-year-old girl named Becky.
Seeing Henry, she was very surprised and said, "Henry, I remember you used to look like this. It's very good! Sit down, I'll fry you a steak."
While handing her an envelope containing a thousand dollars, Henry said, "Thank you. It's been a long time since I've had your steak. I've really missed it."
Linda took the envelope, saw the stack of bills inside, and handed the envelope back, saying, "Henry, thank you! But our financial situation is fine. Mayor William came this morning and said Bryan Mills' pension would be distributed in the next few days."
Henry didn't take back the envelope and said decisively, "I know all about what you mentioned. Police Chief Bryan Mills was like a teacher to me and helped me a lot. Please allow me to express my gratitude in a small way. Please accept it - I also received a very generous bonus this time."
Feeling Henry's resolute attitude, Linda stopped insisting and went upstairs to put the money away.
Henry sat down on the sofa in the hall, picked up Becky with both hands to play with her, while André sat on the oak floor playing alone with his little wooden horse toy.
In one corner of the hall was a Steinway piano covered with red cloth.
Linda's cooking skills were excellent. After more than half an hour, she had prepared lunch for four people.
While cutting his delicious black pepper steak, Henry chatted with Linda.
"I plan to sell this house and take Becky and André to live in New York. Grandpa and grandma miss them very much," Linda said.
"Having family companionship is best. Tell me when you're leaving, and I'll escort you to the Denver train station. Also, if you need anything, just send me a telegram," Henry strongly agreed.
"Alright, Henry. We really do need your escort," Linda, who had been kidnapped once before, thanked him earnestly.
"Also, thank you very much for avenging Bryan Mills. I heard you single-handedly eliminated more than a hundred bandits yesterday?"
"About that, but Bryan Mills avenged himself. He was a true hero who killed more than thirty bandits by himself yesterday. By the way, Bryan Mills' gun is with me. I'll bring it to you tomorrow."
"No need, Henry. You keep it and let it fight alongside you."
After speaking, Linda lowered her eyelids, her face sorrowful, and stopped talking, silently eating her tomato and cheese salad.
Henry sighed inwardly. The original Henry had always regarded her as a sister.
Since marrying Bryan Mills, Linda had been a full-time housewife.
She had mainly studied piano in college, and there weren't many suitable job opportunities in this western mining town.
Mainly, the two children were so young and still needed her careful attention.
What had been a happy, complete family was now broken apart.
At this moment, Henry deeply felt he hadn't killed the wrong people.
A thought suddenly arose in his heart: Bad people must die! Sean and his behind-the-scenes instigators absolutely cannot be spared!
After finishing the meal, Henry bid farewell to Linda and walked toward the town's only law firm.
Lawyer Benjamin was a shrewd Jewish man in his forties. He and three young assistants were all the staff of this Benjamin Law Firm.
Henry had dealt with him four years ago when Henry's grandfather died.
Benjamin had also been in the town for over ten years.
The man who was already experiencing early baldness saw Henry and said happily, "Police Chief Henry, welcome! Your combat performance yesterday was truly amazing!"
"Thank you!" Henry smiled slightly and followed him into his private office, sitting in the chair across from his desk.
Facing Benjamin's inquiring gaze, Henry got straight to the point: "I just came from Police Chief Bryan Mills' house. His wife Linda plans to sell the house and leave town soon, so I want to commission you to help me buy her house."
Henry leaned back and continued, "I won't appear personally. No need to negotiate the price down, and I estimate she won't take that piano with her, including other items. Calculate all these at fair prices for her, and try to calculate generously."