Chapter 1796 Yang Dashen

"The armor-piercing bullet..." Liu Yezi couldn't help smashing his tongue: "I said, Yang Ming, do you need such a big battle? Ordinary firearms should be fine, but armor-piercing bullets, I'm afraid it's terrible..." "Oh? Can't the fat man get it?" Yang Ming asked.

"General guns are easy to buy in Las Vegas, but heavy lethal and inhuman weapons such as armor-piercing bullets are difficult to buy in the civilian market, and there may not be sales in the black market..." Liu Yezi explained; "Even if the gun management here is not strict, heavy weapons will not be allowed to be rampant, after all, It's a major event related to local security..."

"Okay, I'll find a way..." Yang Ming nodded, but he was not too surprised. Liu Yezi was right. Although the gun management in the United States was not very strict, he did not see anyone hitting people on the street with a rocket launchers or armor-piercing bullets.

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

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

"I hope it will work! However, with such a big situation this time, I'm afraid we will be targeted by PS4, and I'm afraid we can't return to China from normal channels......" Liu Yezi said worriedly.

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

After Yang Ming embarked on the road of killing, he has never been afraid of anyone. In the environment of Jingfei, he can safely get out of trouble, let alone here.

Liu Yezi nodded and did not doubt that Yang Ming was known as the trump card of the special service group. Naturally, he had his advantages, just like he was the trump card of the field group. I won't talk big at will. "Yang Ming won't either.

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

"Mr. Yang, what do you want to do..." Batton answered the phone respectfully.

"It's not an order. Please give me the phone number of the old Lange of the Flying Car Party..." Yang Ming said that although Teton belongs to the Douglas family, the underworld family, it can be said that if it is in the town of Arrow, you can get any kind of weapons, but this is Las Vegas, and the Douglas family only sells The store industry did not develop the cause of gangsters, so it was impossible for Barton to get these weapons. Yang Ming didn't care about him at all.

It's better to find the Flying Car Party of the Lange family directly. They are the three major local gangs... Now they are one of the two major gangs, and getting armor-piercing guns should be a trivial matter.

"Wait a minute... Mr. Yang, old Lange's phone number is 00XXXXXX," Barton reported a string of numbers, and then said to Yang Ming, "Mr. Yang, do you have anything else to do..."

"It's okay, let's do this first..." Yang Ming hung up Batton's phone and dialed directly according to Batton's number.

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 Flying Car Party can develop to an unprecedented height.

The ringtone of the phone remembered and interrupted the conversation between the two. Old Lange frowned, picked up the phone and took a look. He didn't want to answer it, but when he saw a strange number, he had no reason in his heart.

These two days have been eventful. "Old Lange dared not be careful," so he picked up the phone and said hesitantly, "Hello, I'm old Lange." Who are you looking for..."

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

"Ah!" Old Lange was shocked when he heard Yang Ming's voice. He thought that he was really a lucky person and answered this phone call, otherwise who knew that he would provoked this big devil again to make his flying party end in an instant?

"Hello, Mr. Yang, I'm in the hospital. What can I do for you..." Old Lange's body also stood up from ** and maintained an extremely respectful posture. In his opinion, Yang Ming is omnipotent. Maybe Yang Ming is around here and can know his current attitude!

So old Lange didn't dare to neglect at all. His current posture is like a small ant talking to its owner.

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

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

"I'm in front of the Douglas Hotel. I'm holding a black Pasa with the car number XXXXX-XX, saying that it's enough to be sent directly to the car..." Yang Ming said.

"Okay, I'll do it immediately..." Although old Lange didn't know what Yang Ming wanted to do, in his opinion, Yang Ming wanted to kill people, but it could be done with an idea, and there was no need to use any firearms at all.

However, that's what the god Yang means. Can the idea and intention of the god be speculated by himself and others? Maybe it's not known that the god Yang wants to hit the plane with a heavy sniper. Anyway, what the god said, he did it by himself and left!

Thinking of this, old Lange was immediately ready to deal with this matter. Although he could also order others to do it, could it be the same? Only by doing it yourself can Yang Dashen know how much he attaches importance to this matter!

"Father, did Mr. Yang call?" Xiao Lange asked quickly after the old Lange hung up the phone.

"It's God Yang! Remember, in the future, we will tell him in private that he should be called Yang Daxing! Master Yang is omnipotent. We should always have a respectful attitude! There can't be any blasphemy..." Old Lange corrected.

"Yes, father, I was wrong!" Little Lange nodded quickly: "You're right, he is omnipotent, so we're going to call him Master Yang!" "Well, that's right..." Old Lange nodded with satisfaction: "Master Yang asked me to get a heavy sniper and some armor-piercing bullets. I'll Have a good rest in the hospital! There are people from our flying party near 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 serious for you to deal with what God Yang told!" Xiao Lange waved his hand anxiously and motioned his father to go quickly and not to waste time.

While old Lange was gratified that his son was sensible, he naturally did not dare to neglect and quickly left the ward. At the same time, he also called the people who managed the warehouse of the Flying Car Party to prepare heavy snipers and armor-piercing bullets. Yang Ming wanted one, and Prepare two handles, one of which can be used for backup in case of emergency.