Chapter 1796 Yang Dashen

"Armor-piercing bullets..." Liu Yezi couldn't help but smacked his tongue: "I said, Yang Ming, do you need such a large array? Ordinary firearms should be fine, but armor-piercing bullets, I'm afraid it's too choking...", "Oh? Fatty can't do it, either?" ?" Yang Ming asked.

"Generally, guns are easy to buy in Las Vegas, but highly lethal and inhumane weapons such as armor-piercing bullets are difficult to buy on the civilian market, and they may not be sold on the black market..." Liu Yezi explained; "Even if Gun management 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 firearms management in the United States is not very strict, I didn't see anyone holding a rocket launcher or armor-piercing projectile. Beating people in the street. [Search for the latest updates here]

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

"Well, I'm afraid that's all..." Yang Ming said.

"I hope it will be effective! However, with such a big attack this time, we may be targeted by PS4, and we may not be able to return home through normal channels..." Liu Yezi said with some worry.

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

Yang Ming has never been afraid of anyone since he embarked on the road of being a killer. He can get out of trouble safely in an environment like Jing Fei's, 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 merits, just like he was the ace of the field team. I don’t talk big words at will.” Neither did Yang Ming.

"Hello, Bartton? I'm Yang Ming..." Yang Ming dialed Bartton's number again.

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

"I can't talk about orders. Please find me the phone number of old Lange of the Speeding Motorcycle Gang..." Yang Ming said. Although Turton belongs to the Douglas family, a mafia family, it can be said that if he were in Ailuo Town, what kind of weapons would he need? They can all be obtained, but this is Las Vegas, and the Douglas family only runs the hotel industry here and has not developed a gangster career, so it is impossible for Batchton to obtain these weapons. Yang Ming simply did not Put your thoughts on him.

It would be better to go directly to the Lange family's speedster gang. They are one of the three major gangs in the area... and now they are one of the two major gangs. Obtaining armor-piercing guns should be a piece of cake.

"Wait a moment... Mr. Yang, old Lange's phone number xxxxxx", Bachton reported a series of numbers, and then said to Yang Ming: "Mr. Yang,

Do you have any other instructions..."

"It's okay, let's do this for now..." Yang Ming hung up the phone and dialed the number Batton gave him.

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

He remembered the phone ringing, interrupting their conversation. Old Lange frowned, picked up the phone, and took a look. He didn't want to answer it, but when he saw it was an unfamiliar number, his heart tightened for no reason.

These two days have been eventful. "Old Lange didn't dare to be careless," so he answered the phone and said hesitantly, "Hello, I'm Lao Lange." Who are you looking for..."

"I'm Yang Ming..." Yang Ming didn't waste any words: "Old Lange, where are you..."

"Ah!" Old Lange was shocked when he heard Yang Ming's voice. He thought to himself that he was really a lucky man. Fortunately, he answered the call. Otherwise, who knows whether he would have angered this big devil again." Let your speeding gang be destroyed in an instant?

"Hello, Mr. Yang, I'm in the hospital, how can I help you..." Old Lange also stood up from the bed, maintaining an extremely respectful posture. In his opinion, Yang Ming He is omnipresent and omnipotent. Maybe Yang Ming is nearby and can know his current attitude!

Therefore, old Lange did not dare to show any slightness. His current posture was like a tiny ant talking to his master.

"Prepare a heavy sniper for me and some armor-piercing bullets for urgent use..." Yang Ming said, "No problem..."

"No problem, Mr. Yang, when do you want it, I..." Old Lange agreed repeatedly. This is not a difficult task at all. Heavy sniping is difficult for ordinary people to get, but for Old Lange, Raising a gang leader is naturally a matter of course, and there are more than ten bodies in the gang's warehouse.

"I was in front of the Douglas Hotel. I saw a black Passat with the car number xxxxx-xx. I just asked someone to bring 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 sniper attack, in his opinion, if Yang Ming wanted to kill someone, it could be done with just one thought, and there was no need to use anything. firearm.

However, that was what Yang Dashen meant. How could he and others be able to guess the idea and intention of the great god? Maybe Yang Dashen wants to use heavy sniper fire to hit the aircraft. Anyway, whatever the master said, there is absolutely nothing wrong with doing it and leaving!

Thinking of this, Lao Lange immediately prepared to handle this matter. Although he could also ask others to do it, would that be the same? Only by doing it himself can Master Yang know how much he values ​​this matter!

"Father, is it Mr. Yang who called..." Lange asked quickly after the old Lange hung up the phone.

"It's Master Yang! Remember, from now on when we talk about him in private, we have to call him Master Yang! God Yang is omnipotent, and we must always be respectful! There can't be any blasphemy..." Old Lange corrected.

"Yes, father, I was wrong!", Lange nodded quickly: "You are right, he is omnipotent, so we have to call him Yang Dashen!", "Well, that's right..." Old Langer nodded with satisfaction: "Master Yang asked me to get a heavy sniper rifle and some armor-piercing bullets. I will get them now. You can have a good rest in the hospital! There are people from our speeding gang around this ward. If you have something to do, just tell them to do it and leave..."

"Don't worry, father, I'm not a child. It's up to you to deal with the matters assigned by Master Yang!" Lange waved his hand anxiously, signaling his father to go quickly and not waste time.

While Old Langer was pleased that his son was sensible, he naturally did not dare to neglect and left the ward quickly. At the same time, he also called the people who managed the warehouse of the speeding party and asked them to prepare heavy sniper rifles and armor-piercing bullets. Yang Ming wanted one. Naturally, he would not prepare just one, but would prepare two, one of which would be used as a spare in case of emergencies.