Chapter 1796: The Great God Yang

"Armor Piercing Bullet?" Liu Yezi couldn't help but smack his tongue: "I said, Yang Ming, do you need such a big array? Ordinary guns should be fine, but armor Piercing Bullets are probably difficult..."

"Oh? Can't you even get it?" Yang Ming asked.

"Overall guns are easy to buy in Las Vegas, but weapons such as armor-piercing bombs are very lethal and inhumane, and they are difficult to buy in the civil market, and the black market may not be sold..." Liu Yezi explained; "Even if the gun management here is not strict, it will not allow heavy weapons to be rampant. After all, it is a major event related to local public security!"

"Okay, then I'll find a way." Yang Ming nodded, not too surprised. Liu Yezi was right. Although the gun management in the United States is not very strict, he didn't see anyone hitting people on the street with a bazooka or armor-piercing bullet.

"Yang Ming, do you want to use armor-piercing bullets to deal with that guy?" Liu Yezi also probably guessed what Yang Ming meant.

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

"I hope it will be useful! But if we create such a big formation this time, we may be targeted by FBI, and we may not be able to return to China through normal channels..." Liu Yezi said with some concern.

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

Since Yang Ming embarked on the path of a killer, he has never been afraid of anyone. In an environment like North Africa, he can get out of trouble safely, let alone here.

Liu Yezi nodded without any doubt. Yang Ming was called the ace of the special service team, so he naturally had his own unique features, just like he was the ace of the field team. He could not speak loudly at will, nor would Yang Ming do it.

"Hey, Batterton? I, Yang Ming." Yang Ming called Batterton again.

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

"I can't tell you, please find me the phone number of the old Lange of the Speed ​​Party." Yang Ming said. Although Batterton belongs to the Douglas family, the sovereign family, it can be said that if he is in Gaara Town, he can get any kind of weapons, but this is Las Vegas. The Douglas family only operates the hotel industry here and does not develop a gangster career. Therefore, it is impossible for Batterton to get these weapons, and Yang Ming simply does not think about him.

It’s better to just look for the Racing Party of Lange’s family. They are the three major gangs in the local area... Now they are one of the two major gangs, and getting guns for armor-piercing bullets should be a trivial matter.

"Wait... Mr. Yang, Old Lange's phone number is 00xxxxxxxxx," Butterton issued a string of numbers and said to Yang Ming: "Mr. Yang, do you have any instructions?"

"It's okay, let's do it first." Yang Ming hung up Butterton's phone and dialed directly according to the number Baterton gave him.

Old Lange is planning the future of the gang with his son Little Lange in the ward. Although Little Lange has been abolished, he is not sad at this moment. It is exciting and expected that the Speed ​​Party can develop to an unprecedented level.

The phone ringing sound was heard and interrupted the conversation between the two. Old Lange frowned, picked up the phone, took a look, and didn't want to answer the answer, but when he saw that it was a strange number, he felt a little nervous for no reason.

These two days have been a turbulent period. Old Lange did not dare to be careless, so he answered the phone and said hesitantly: "Hello, I am Old Lange, who are you looking for?"

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

"Ah!" Old Lange was shocked when he heard Yang Ming's voice, thinking that he was really a lucky person. He answered this call for a loss. Otherwise, who would know if he would anger this big devil again and let his speed party be destroyed in an instant?

"Hello, Mr. Yang, I'm in the hospital, is there anything I can do to serve?" Old Langge also stood up from the bed and maintained a very respectful posture. In his opinion, Yang Ming is omnipotent. Maybe Yang Ming is nearby and he can know his current attitude!

So Lao Lange dared not be negligent at all. His current posture was like a tiny ant talking to his master.

"Prepare a heavy sniper for me, some armor-piercing bombs, urgently." Yang Ming said: "No problem, right?"

"No problem, Mr. Yang, when do you want it? I..." Lao Lange agreed repeatedly. This is not a difficult task. Heavy sniping is difficult for ordinary people to get it. However, for gang leaders like Lao Lange, it is naturally a trivial matter. There are more than ten gang warehouses in the gang.

"I'm at the entrance of Douglas Hotel, there is a black Passat with a car number of xxx-xxx. Just ask someone to send it to the car directly." Yang Ming said.

"Okay, I'll do it right away." Although Lao Langge didn't know what Yang Ming wanted to do to snipe heavily, in his opinion, Yang Ming wanted to kill someone but could only be accomplished with just one idea, and there was no need to use any firearm.

However, that was what Master Yang meant. How could he and others guess his ideas? Maybe Master Yang wanted to use heavy sniper to hit the plane. Anyway, what Master Yang said, there was absolutely nothing wrong with doing it!

Thinking of this, Lao Lange immediately prepared to handle this matter. Although he could also instruct others to do it, is that the same? Only by doing it yourself can Master Yang know how much he attaches importance to this matter!

"Father, is Mr. Yang calling?" Xiao Lange asked quickly after Old Lange hung up the phone.

"It's Master Yang! Remember, in the future, we will say that he must be called Master Yang! Master Yang is omnipotent. We must always have a respectful attitude! There must be no blasphemy!" Lao Lange corrected.

"Yes, father, I was wrong!" Xiao Lange nodded quickly: "You are right. He is omnipotent, so we want to call him Master Yang!"

"Well, that's right!" Old Langge nodded with satisfaction: "God Yang asked me to get a heavy sniper and some armor-piercing bombs. I'll do it now. You can rest in the hospital! There are people from our Speed ​​Party near this ward. If you have any questions, just ask them to do it!"

"Don't worry, father, I'm not a child. You should go and deal with what God Yang told me to do seriously!" Xiao Langge waved his hand anxiously and signaled his father to go quickly and not waste time.

While Lao Lange was pleased that his son was sensible, he naturally did not dare to neglect. He quickly left the ward. At the same time, he also called the people who managed the warehouse of the Speed ​​Party and asked them to prepare heavy snipers and armor-piercing bombs. Yang Ming wanted one, so he naturally would not prepare one at a time. He had to prepare two, one of which should be used for backup, in case of emergency needs.
Chapter completed!