"Armor-piercing bullets?" Liu Yezi couldn't help smacking 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 enough to choke ......"

"Oh? Can't a fat man get it? Yang Ming asked.

"Guns are easy to buy in Las Vegas, but heavy and inhumane weapons like armor-piercing bullets are hard to buy in the civilian market, and they are not necessarily sold on ......the black market," Liu Yezi explained. Even if the gun control here is not strict, it will not let heavy weapons run rampant, after all, it is a major matter related to local security! ”

"Okay, then I'll figure it out." Yang Ming nodded, but he was not too surprised, Liu Yezi was right, although the United States is not very strict in the management of firearms, but I didn't see anyone with bazookas or armor-piercing bullets hitting people on the street.

"Yang Ming, are you trying to use armor-piercing bullets against that guy?" Liu Yezi also probably guessed what Yang Ming meant.

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

"Hopefully it will help! However, with such a big formation this time, we are afraid that we will be targeted by the FBI, and I am afraid that we will not be able ......to return to China from normal channels," Liu Yezi said with some concern.

"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 killers, and in that environment in North Africa, he can get out of trouble safely, let alone here.

Liu Yezi nodded, and did not doubt that Yang Ming was known as the trump card of the special service group, and naturally he had his advantages, just like he was the trump card of the field service group. He won't talk big at will, and neither will Yang Ming.

"Hey, Bartleton? I'm Yang Ming. Yang Ming dialed Bartton's phone again.

"Mr. Yang, do you have any orders?" Bartton picked up the phone respectfully.

"I can't talk about it, you can find me the phone number of the biker old Lange." Yang Ming said. Although Butterton belongs to the Douglas family, the underworld family, it can be said that if you are in Airo Town, you can get any kind of weapons, but this is Las Vegas, and the Douglas family only runs the hotel business here, and has not developed the business of gangsters, so it is impossible for Butterton to get these weapons, and Yang Ming simply didn't bother with him.

It's better to go directly to the Lange family's bikers, who are the three major local gangs...... Now that it's one of the two major gangs, getting armor-piercing guns should be a trivial matter.

"Wait a minute...... Mr. Yang, the phone number of old Lange is 00xxxxxxx," Bartton reported a string of numbers, and then said to Yang Ming: "Mr. Yang, do you have any other instructions?" ”

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

The elder Lange is planning the future of the gang with his son Lange Jr. in the hospital room, although the little Lange has been abolished, but it is not sad at the moment, the biker party can develop to an unprecedented height, which is exciting and exciting.

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

The past two days have been eventful, and the old Lange didn't dare to be careless, so he picked up the phone and said with some hesitation: "Hello, I'm the old Lange, who are you looking for?" ”

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

"Ahh Old Lange was shocked when he heard Yang Ming's voice, and said in his heart that he was really a lucky person, and he had answered this phone call at a loss, otherwise who knows if he would anger this big devil again and let his biker party be finished in an instant?

"Hello Mr. Yang, I'm in the hospital, is there anything I can do?" Old Lange's body also stood up from the bed, maintaining an extremely respectful posture, in his opinion, Yang Ming is omnipresent and omnipotent, maybe Yang Ming is around here, you can know his current attitude!

Therefore, old Lange did not dare to slack off in the slightest, and his current posture was like a small ant talking to his master.

"Prepare me a heavy sniper, some armor-piercing bullets, use it urgently." Yang Ming said: "No problem, right? ”

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

"I'm in front of the Douglas Hotel, a black Passat, the car number is xxx-xxx, you can ask someone to send it directly to the car." Yang Ming said.

"Okay, I'll do it right away." Although Old Lange didn't know what Yang Ming was going to do with heavy sniping, 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 is the meaning of Yang Dashen, how can the thoughts and intentions of the great god be speculated by himself and others? Maybe Yang Dashen wants to hit the plane with a heavy sniper, but anyway, what the god says, there is absolutely nothing wrong with doing it himself!

Thinking of this, old Lange immediately prepared to deal with this matter, although he could also tell others to do it, but could it be the same? Only by doing it yourself can you let Yang Dashen know how much he attaches importance to this matter!

"Father, is it Mr. Yang calling?" Little Lange waited for the old Lange to hang up the phone before he hurriedly asked.

"It's Yang Dashen! Remember, in the future, we will say that he will be called Yang Dashen! Yang Dashen is omnipotent, let's always have a reverent mentality! There can be no blasphemy! Old Lange corrected.

"Yes, father, I was wrong!" Xiao Lange nodded hurriedly: "You're right, he is omnipotent, so we want to call him Yang Dashen!" ”

"Yes, that's right!" Old Lange nodded with satisfaction: "Yang Dashen wants me to get a heavy sniper and some armor-piercing bullets, I'll get it now, you can rest well in the hospital!" This ward is full of people from our bikers, so if you have something, just tell them to do it! ”

"Don't worry, father, I'm not a child, it's only right for you to deal with the things that Yang Dashen explained!" Little Lange waved his hand anxiously, signaling his father to hurry up and not delay the time.

At the same time, Lao Lange was pleased that his son was sensible, so he naturally didn't dare to slack off, and quickly got out of the ward, and at the same time called the people who managed the warehouse of the biker party, asking them to prepare heavy sniper and armor-piercing shells.

(To be continued)