Henry then waited a few more minutes, which should have been about ten minutes since he lit the first book.
With the aid of 300 liters of kerosene, the flames and thick smoke shot out of the entire building, and finally, three more private soldiers in uniform rushed out of the club.
"Bang, bang, bang!" After three shots, the three private soldiers fell without any chance at the club's entrance.
Henry began collecting the money pouches and weapons from the fifty-six gunmen who had fallen at the entrance, followed by those of the more than two hundred gunmen in the courtyard.
It took him over ten minutes to finish everything. Henry saw the thick smoke pouring out of the club's main entrance before he turned and left.
In this situation, it was estimated that the personnel on the first and second basements would also find it difficult to escape.
What a pity for the warehouse on the second basement.
The doorbell pressed by the Raven Brotherhood's hawk-nosed Person in charge significantly reduced the effectiveness of Henry's actions.
From the moment he started shooting in the front yard on the first floor, about twenty-five minutes had passed.
Eliminating this violent broker would likely halve the number of murders and assaults in New York over the next one or two months.
The armed personnel who dared to show themselves in the other three buildings were probably among those fifty-six bandits just now.
Their three buildings all operated as hotels, and Henry couldn't possibly eliminate all the irrelevant guests, so he left it at that.
At the very least, seven or eight tenths of the Black Market Center's armed forces in New York should have been wiped out.
A snake without a head cannot move; the threat from the Black Market Center has greatly diminished, and it will not be able to harm Henry for at least ten days to half a month.
It was only 8:11 AM, and most of the shops on 24th Street had closed their doors—one really had to be shrewd to make a living on the chaotic streets of the Lower District and Midtown.
Henry quickly walked over a hundred meters, and in an deserted alley, he swiftly removed his mask, put on a thin gray overcoat, changed into a fedora, took off his gloves, released a gray-white Appaloosa horse with leopard-like spots, and after mounting it, quickly headed west towards Midtown.
After walking a few hundred meters, there were many more carriages and people riding horses on the road, and Henry naturally blended in.
After another few hundred meters, Henry rode his horse behind an uninhabited mound.
He removed both his handlebar mustache and full beard, changed into a white shirt and trousers, wore brown high-top boots, switched to a bowler hat, and then changed to a brown-yellow Quarter Horse, before continuing to ride west.
Ten minutes later, Henry arrived at the southern end of Broadway Avenue and then proceeded north along the avenue.
After walking another two kilometers or so, Henry put away his Quarter Horse in a deserted alley behind a carriage taxi stand, then changed into a pair of black leather shoes, and walked out to the taxi stand to hail a carriage, continuing north on Broadway Avenue.
Ten minutes later, the carriage traveled about 3 miles and arrived at the Astute Mansion Hotel.
This hotel was located in the core of Manhattan's Broadway area.
This six-story hotel had its own steam engine and generator located beneath it, ensuring that the hotel's hot water and lobby lighting were self-sufficient.
All guests could enjoy pick-up service from the train station, and the hotel had its own restaurant with a menu that changed almost daily.
Additionally, the hotel did not allow unaccompanied women to enter—to prevent pimps.
Henry went to the hotel front desk, stated his name to check in, and learned his room number—a luxurious suite on the third floor.
In those days, hotels didn't have elevators, so rooms on lower floors were considered good rooms.
Henry was led by a hotel attendant to his room, where his suitcase had already been placed.
After giving the attendant a 5-cent coin as a tip, Henry closed and locked the door, then went to take a hot shower to wash away the last traces of gunpowder.
Approximately ten minutes after Henry left, two fire trucks arrived at the Black Market Center, but upon seeing the raging fire and thick smoke, the firefighters knew there was no need for rescue.
Mainly, this building was dozens of meters away from the nearest other buildings, so the firefighters did not need to worry about the fire spreading.
Another ten minutes passed, and close to 8:30 AM, Inspector Alva and a police officer from the nearby police station also arrived at the scene.
When they saw dozens of bodies at the entrance to the building's courtyard and bodies scattered all over the courtyard, they were incredibly distraught.
They, of course, knew what this place was.
It seemed the black market had done something that angered both gods and men, and was wiped out by a powerful force.
But Inspector Alva understood the strength of the black market.
To be honest, unless it was a regular army, he couldn't understand who in New York could wipe out the black market.
He could only brace himself and inquire with people in the nearby buildings.
Although he also wondered why this powerful force had spared the nearby buildings.
The fire burned for another half an hour, slowly subsiding around 9:30 AM, with the entire Raven Brotherhood club building completely burned down and collapsed.
During this time, a large number of tenants from the other two buildings checked out and left.
Because the main leaders and primary armed personnel had been eliminated, and having to deal with tenants and the police, the personnel in the other three buildings belonging to the black market only sent a telegram to the Chicago headquarters around 10 AM to inform them of the matter.
When Morrison, the big boss of the Chicago headquarters, heard that over ninety percent of the Black Market Center's armed personnel in New York had been eliminated, he was both shocked and angry, but more so, horrified!
That's right, it wasn't just seven or eight tenths of New York's black market forces that Henry thought he had eliminated, but over ninety percent.
Before he rushed out to the front yard on the first floor, dozens of guards from the three nearby buildings had already rushed into the club.
Now, combined, there were not even twenty guards in the three buildings.
Morrison's scalp tingled. Although there was no concrete evidence, his Intuition told him that Henry was responsible, even though he didn't know how he did it!
Could it be that the entire Sinclair Family's private army in New York was mobilized?
That's impossible. The Sinclair Family wouldn't dare to do something like that in New York, and they don't have that much power in New York either.
Moreover, the Sinclair Family and the black market have collaborations in many cities, so they wouldn't repeatedly forge a deadly enmity with the powerful black market.
Currently, there are still dozens of private soldiers in New York on missions.
However, even if they return, Morrison believes they would be nothing more than a dish for Henry.
This powerful Black Market Center in New York covered affairs within a 200-300 mile radius, and other regional Black Market Centers did not have the strength to aid New York.
If private soldiers were dispatched from Chicago, many more things would be involved.
What Morrison now feared was not just Henry's powerful personal combat ability, but also his decisiveness and ruthlessness in acting without hesitation as soon as he arrived in New York.
After thinking for nearly an hour, the distraught Morrison sent telegrams to several locations.
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