Chapter 1796

"Armor-piercing bullets?" Liu Zizi couldn't help but click his tongue: "I said, Yang Ming, do you need such a big battle? Ordinary firearms should be fine, but armor-piercing bullets are probably enough..."

"Oh? Fatty can't get it either?" Yang Ming asked.

"Ordinary guns are easy to buy in Las Vegas, but heavy-duty and inhumane weapons like armor-piercing bullets are difficult to buy in the civilian market, and they may not be sold on the black market..." Liu Yezi explained; "Even if The gun control here is not strict, but heavy weapons will not be allowed to run rampant, after all, it is a major matter related to local security!"

"Okay, then I'll find a way." Yang Ming nodded, not too surprised, Liu Yezi was right, although the gun control in the United States is not very strict, but I didn't see anyone holding a rocket launcher or armor-piercing bullets in front of him. Beating people in the street.

"Yang Ming, do you want to use armor-piercing bullets against that guy?" Liu Zizi probably guessed what Yang Ming meant.

"Well, I'm afraid that's the only way." Yang Ming said.

"I hope it will work! But with such a big battle this time, we may be targeted by the FBI, and we may not be able to return to China through normal channels..." Liu Zizi said worriedly.

"Heh..." Yang Ming smiled: "It's okay, leave it to me."

Ever since Yang Ming embarked on the path of a killer, he has never been afraid of anyone. In the environment of North Africa, he was able to get out of trouble safely, let alone here.

Liu Zizi nodded without any doubt. Yang Ming is called the trump card of the special service team, so he naturally has his own advantages, just like he is the trump card of the field service team. I don't speak big words at will, and neither does Yang Ming.

"Hello, Barterton? I'm Yang Ming." Yang Ming called Barterton again.

"Mr. Yang, do you have any orders?" Butterton answered the phone respectfully.

"I can't talk about orders, you can find me the phone number of the old Lange of the Speeding Party." Yang Ming said. Although Butterton belongs to the Douglas family, the underworld family, it can be said that if you are in Arrow Town, you can get any kind of weapon you want, but this is Las Vegas, and the Douglas family only runs the hotel business here, and there is no To develop the gangster's business, it was impossible for Barterton to get these weapons, and Yang Ming simply didn't bother with him.

It would be better to go directly to the Speeding Gang of the Lange family. They are the three major gangs in the area... Now they are one of the two major gangs. Getting armor-piercing guns should be a trivial matter.

"Wait a moment...Mr. Yang, Old Lang's phone number is 00xxxxxxx," Barterton reported a series of numbers, and then said to Yang Ming: "Mr. Yang, do you have any orders?"

"It's okay, let's do this first." Yang Ming hung up Barterton's phone and dialed the number that Barterton gave him.

Old Lange is planning the future of the gang with his son Xiao Lange in the ward. Although Xiao Lange has been abolished, he is not sad at the moment. The fact that the speeding party can develop to an unprecedented height is what makes people excited and looking forward to it of.

When the phone rang, the conversation between the two was interrupted. Old Lange frowned, picked up the phone, glanced at it, and didn't want to answer it at first, but when he saw that it was an unfamiliar number, his heart tightened for no reason.

The past two days have been eventful, and Old Lang didn't dare to be careless, so he picked up the phone and said hesitantly, "Hi, I'm Old Lang, who are you looking for?"

"I'm Yang Ming." Yang Ming didn't talk nonsense: "Old Lange, where are you?"

"Ah!" Old Lange was startled when he heard Yang Ming's voice, and he thought he was really a lucky person, he answered the call, otherwise who knows if he would anger this big devil again and make him His speeding party was over in an instant?

"Mr. Yang, hello. I'm in the hospital. Is there anything I can do for you?" Old Lange also stood up from the bed, maintaining a very respectful posture. In his opinion, Yang Ming is Omnipresent and omnipotent, maybe Yang Ming is around here, so he can know his current attitude!

That's why old Lange didn't dare to neglect him in the slightest. His current posture was like a tiny ant talking to his master.

"Prepare me a heavy sniper rifle and some armor-piercing bullets for urgent use." Yang Ming said, "Is there any problem?"

"No problem, Mr. Yang, when do you want it, I..." Old Lange agreed repeatedly. The leader of the gang is naturally a trivial matter, and there are more than ten of them in the warehouse of the gang.

"I'm at the entrance of the Douglas Hotel. I have a black Passat with the number xxx-xxx. You can ask someone to deliver it directly to the car." Yang Ming said.

"Okay, I'll do it right away." Although Old Lange didn't know what Yang Ming wanted to do with the heavy snipe, in his opinion, Yang Ming wanted to kill, but it could be done with a single thought, and there was no need to use any firearms at all. .

However, that was the meaning of Great God Yang. How can the Great God's thoughts and intentions be guessed by himself and others? Maybe Master Yang wants to use a heavy sniper to hit the plane, but anyway, there is absolutely nothing wrong with doing what the master says!

Thinking of this, Old Lange immediately prepared to handle this matter. Although he could order others to do it, would it be the same? Only by doing it yourself can God Yang know how much he attaches importance to this matter!

"Father, is it Mr. Yang calling?" Little Lange waited for Old Lange to hang up the phone before asking quickly.

"It's God Yang! Remember, in the future we will call him God God in private! God God Yang is omnipotent, we must always have a respectful attitude! There can be no blasphemy!" Old Lange corrected road.

"Yes, father, I was wrong!" Little Lange nodded quickly: "You are right, he is omnipotent, so we will call him Great God Yang!"

"Well, that's right!" Old Lange nodded with satisfaction: "Master Yang wants me to get a heavy sniper and some armor-piercing bullets. I'll get them now. You can rest in the hospital! Near this ward They are all members of our speeding party, if there is something to do, just tell them to do it!"

"Don't worry, father, I'm not a child, it's serious for you to deal with the matter that Master Yang told you!" Little Lange waved his hand a little anxiously, signaling his father to hurry and don't waste time.

While Lao Lang was pleased that his son was sensible, he naturally didn't dare to be negligent and left the ward quickly. At the same time, he also called the people in charge of the Speeding Party's warehouse and asked them to prepare heavy sniper and armor-piercing bullets. Yang Ming wanted one. Naturally, he would not prepare exactly one handle, he had to prepare two handles, one of which was used as a spare, in case of emergencies.