"We are too. It's very likely we'll be part of a legendary event remembered by future generations," a look of longing flashed in Amanda's eyes.
"Yes, I plan to invite Henry to my eighteenth birthday party, and I also want to thank him properly," Consuelo stated her plan.
"That's great! I want to thank him properly too," Chris immediately agreed.
"Me too," Cathy nodded slightly.
"A classmate of mine from Toronto is also a Bruce. I wonder if this Henry Bruce is from the same family as her?" Amanda said.
"Possibly, Henry certainly doesn't look like an ordinary person," Cathy guessed.
"Hehe, Cathy, are you saying Henry is extremely tall and handsome?" Amanda chuckled.
"I think so too. Have you ever seen a gentleman taller and more handsome than Henry?" Chris asked.
"I think, if there really was a War God Ares, he would look like Henry," Consuelo said slowly and solemnly.
"Yes, I think so too. What do you all think, whose marksmanship is better, Henry's or Anne's?" Amanda asked.
"There's no comparison, is there? Anne would probably be in grave danger in today's situation," Cathy said noncommittally.
"Yes, do you know? The James Gang and the Younger Gang bandits were formerly from the Southern Army's jungle pioneer unit. My father said this guerrilla force consisted of top-tier marksmen, on par with the Northern Army's sharpshooter corps. Their enlistment conditions were extremely strict, and their pay was the best," Chris said.
"How strict?" Amanda asked, full of curiosity.
"It's said they had to hit a stationary target with 100% accuracy at 650 feet (200 meters), two out of three shots at 1300 feet, and three out of five shots at 2600 feet. The Jesse Brothers and the Younger Brothers were among the best, so now you know how strong Henry is, right?" Chris replied.
"Yes, I still can't help but tremble when I recall Henry's formidable strength and toughness during his confrontation with the Jesse Brothers," Cathy shivered.
"Henry is too amazing, isn't he? So many powerful marksmen, oh my God!" Amanda exclaimed from the bottom of her heart.
Starting at 6 PM, large numbers of newsboys across New York City's streets and alleys shouted various slogans, hawking The Sun Evening News.
"Train robber Younger Gang completely annihilated, James Gang Jesse Brothers severely wounded and escaped, all other gang members dead!"
"Unprecedented Super Gun God Sheriff Henry, single-handedly annihilated 68 marksman bandits from two major gangs in five minutes!"
"Sheriff Henry's Sayings – Old soldiers never die, they just fade away, but the light of life endures!"
"Sheriff Henry's Sayings – Law and order will surely be established in the West!"
"Princesses of the corn King, Real Estate King, and Railroad Tycoon rescued, twenty-year-old 'Gun God' Sheriff Henry, incomparably handsome, invincible with a gun!"
"Exclusive report, exclusive serialization, superhero Sheriff Henry punishes evil and eradicates villains!"
The cheap newspapers of this era were almost the only popular channel for ordinary people to get information and entertainment.
Newspapers could be seen everywhere in streets and alleys, hotels, banks, and shops. Almost every doorman and carriage driver had a newspaper in their hand.
Under the amazing promotional stunts of the newsboys, countless New York citizens generously bought tonight's The Sun Evening News.
Then, waves of discussion about Henry swept through the citizenry.
A considerable number of people believed that the New York Sun was again fabricating fake news and were very indignant.
After all, shortly after its founding 45 years ago, the New York Sun even published a continuous 6-day special report to spread rumors about various alien life forms on the moon for sales.
Some people were deeply convinced, feeling that Sheriff Henry fulfilled all the ordinary person's imagination of knights and heroes.
After all, from the photos, Henry's handsomeness was certain, and the fallen bandit bodies next to the train and the Pullman car passengers were real.
Moreover, Sheriff Henry would arrive in New York City in a few days.
More people just laughed it off, treating it as an amusing story.
In any case, tonight, throughout New York City, Henry was the most discussed person.
In a three-story building in the Lower District of New York, Mike, a twenty-seven or twenty-eight-year-old Irish man with a buzz cut, threw The Sun Evening News onto the table with a livid face.
'No wonder Jesse didn't send me a telegram. I hope Paul is clever enough to escape with his life.'
'So many people couldn't even take down a dozen young masters and ladies. Is it that Jesse and his crew are undeserving of their reputation, or is this Henry too powerful?'
'He even dares to come to New York? Hehehe'
Several hours earlier, several prominent families, including the railroad tycoon William Vanderbilt, had also received telegrams sent by the male servant dispatched by Consuelo, but they only knew a general outline.
Now, after reading the newspaper, they realized how perilous the situation was and broke out in cold sweat.
At the same time, they also developed a strong interest in Henry.
Henry didn't know that he was already being thought of by so many people while still on the speeding train.
Around 6:30 PM, the train passed Mendota Station, a large stop about 90 miles from Chicago.
The train stopped here for nearly ten minutes and still had about 3 hours of travel to reach Chicago.
Consuelo sent a maid to invite Edith and Henry's group to dinner.
The group gladly went.
This customized Pullman car of the Vanderbilt Family had been lengthened, allowing three or forty people to move around very comfortably inside.
The dinner was also very rich, with various vegetables, fruits, desserts, steaks, lamb chops, drinks, and alcohol.
Everyone also followed the social etiquette of high society, trying to sit men and women alternately, separating familiar people.
"Henry, I have a classmate, Elaine, who is from the Bruce Family in Toronto. Are you also from the Bruce Family?" Amanda, to Henry's left, asked.
"Probably, but this branch only has me left. I've hardly met anyone else," Henry shrugged.
"I'm sorry," Amanda immediately apologized.
"It's alright," Henry smiled slightly.
"I'm very curious, Henry, why is your skin so good?" Amanda asked, acting a little childish.
After two Constitution enhancements, Henry's skin was delicate and smooth, like flawless white jade, completely lacking the large pores and body odor typical of European and American men.
"It's natural, a gift, I guess," Henry spread his hands.
"That's really enviable, Henry. Can I mention you to Elaine?" Amanda asked.
"Of course, why not?" Henry looked open.
"Henry, will you stay in New York in the future?" Consuelo, to his right, asked.
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