"Armor-piercing bullets?" Liu Yezi couldn't help but be shocked, "I say, Yang Ming, is there a need to make such a big fuss? Ordinary firearms should be fine, but I'm afraid that armor-piercing bullets may not be … "
"Oh? Even Fatty can't get it? "asked Yang Ming.
"Ordinary firearms are easy to buy in Las Vegas, but heavily lethal and inhumane weapons like armor-piercing bullets are difficult to buy in the civilian market. They may not be sold in the black market either …" Liu Yezi explained, "Even if the gun control here is not strict, heavy weapons will not be allowed to run rampant. After all, it is a major matter related to local public security!"
"Okay, then I'll think of a way." Yang Ming nodded. He was not too surprised. Liu Yezi was right. Although the gun control in the United States was not very strict, he had not seen anyone with a rocket launcher or armor-piercing bullets on the streets.
"Yang Ming, do you want to use armor-piercing bullets to deal with that guy?" Liu Yezi also guessed Yang Ming's intention.
"En, I'm afraid that's the only way," said Yang Ming.
"I hope it will work! But this time, with such a big fuss, I'm afraid we will be targeted by the FBI. I'm afraid we can't return to China through normal channels … "Liu Yezi said with some worry.
"Heh …" Yang Ming smiled, "It's okay. Leave it to me."
Yang Ming had not been afraid of anyone since he embarked on the path of an assassin. He could escape safely in an environment like North Africa, let alone here.
Liu Yezi nodded without any doubt. Yang Ming was known as the ace of the Secret Service Team. Naturally, he had his strengths, just like how Liu Yezi was the ace of the Field Team. Liu Yezi would not boast casually, and Yang Ming would not either.
"Hello, Batterton? I'm Yang Ming. "Yang Ming dialed Batterton's phone again.
"Mr. Yang, do you have any orders?" Batterton picked up the phone respectfully.
"It's not an order. Give me the phone number of the Street Racer Gang's Lang Ge," said Yang Ming. Batterton belonged to the underworld family, the Douglas Family. It could be said that he could get all kinds of weapons in Ello Town. However, this was Las Vegas. The Douglas Family only operated the hotel industry here and did not develop the underworld business. Therefore, it was impossible for Batterton to get these weapons. Yang Ming simply did not bother with him.
It was better to look for the Lang family's Lang Ge. They were one of the three local gangs … Now, one of the two gangs.........................
"Hold on … Mr. Yang, Lang Ge Sr.'s phone number is 00XXXXX." Batterton reported a string of numbers and then said to Yang Ming, "Mr. Yang, do you have any other instructions?"
That's all for now. "Yang Ming hung up Batterton's phone call and dialed the number Batterton gave him directly.
Lang Ge Sr. was planning the gang's future with his son, Lang Ge Jr., in the ward. Although Lang Ge Jr. was crippled, he was not sad at the moment. The Street Racer Gang could develop to an unprecedented height, which was exciting and expectant.
The phone rang and interrupted the conversation between the two. Lang Ge Sr. frowned, picked up the phone, and glanced at it. He didn't want to answer, but when he saw that it was an unfamiliar number, his heart tightened for no reason.
These two days were eventful. Lang Ge Sr. didn't dare to be careless, so he picked up the phone and said hesitantly, "Hello, I'm Lang Ge Sr. Who are you looking for?"
"I'm Yang Ming." Yang Ming didn't beat around the bush, "Lang Ge Sr., where are you?"
"Ah!" Lang Ge Sr. was shocked when he heard Yang Ming's voice. He thought that he was really a lucky person. It was fortunate that he picked up this call. Otherwise, who knew if he would anger this big devil again and cause his Street Racer Gang to be finished instantly?
"Hello, Mr. Yang. I'm in the hospital. Is there anything I can do for you?" Lang Ge Sr. also stood up from the bed and maintained a very respectful posture. In his opinion, Yang Ming was omnipresent and omnipotent. Maybe Yang Ming was nearby and could know his current attitude!
Therefore, Lang Ge Sr. didn't dare to have the slightest neglect. His current posture was like a tiny ant talking to its master.
"Prepare a heavy sniper rifle and some armor-piercing bullets for me. I need them urgently." Yang Ming said, "Is there any problem?"
"No problem, Mr. Yang. When do you need them? I …" Lang Ge Sr. agreed immediately. It wasn't difficult at all. Heavy sniper rifles were difficult for ordinary people to get, but it was naturally a piece of cake for a gang leader like Lang Ge Sr.. There were more than ten of them in the gang's warehouse.
"I'm at the entrance of the Douglas Vast Hotel. It's a black Passat. The car number is XXX-XXX. You can ask someone to send it directly to the car," said Yang Ming.
"Okay, I'll do it right away." Although Lang Ge Sr. didn't know why Yang Ming wanted a heavy sniper rifle, in his opinion, if Yang Ming wanted to kill someone, he could do it with just a thought. There was no need to use any firearms.
However, that was Great God Yang's intention. How could he and others guess Great God Yang's thoughts and intentions? Maybe Great God Yang wanted to use a heavy sniper rifle to hit an airplane. Anyway, there was nothing wrong with following Great God Yang's instructions!
Thinking of this, Lang Ge Sr. immediately prepared to deal with this matter. Although he could also instruct others to do it, how could it be the same? I can only let Great God Yang know how much I value this matter if I do it personally!
"Father, is that Mr. Yang calling?" Lang Ge Jr. asked quickly after Lang Ge Sr. hung up the phone.
"It's Great God Yang! Remember, when we talk about him in private, we have to call him Great God Yang! Great God Yang is omnipotent. We have to always have a respectful attitude! There can't be any blasphemy! "Lang Ge Sr. corrected.
"Yes, father. I was wrong!" Lang Ge Jr. nodded quickly, "You're right. He is omnipotent, so we have to call him Great God Yang!"
"En, that's right!" Lang Ge Sr. nodded with satisfaction, "Great God Yang wants me to get a heavy sniper rifle and some armor-piercing bullets. I'll get them now. You should rest well in the hospital! The people around this ward are our Street Racer Gang's people. If there's anything, just instruct them directly! "
"Don't worry, Father. I'm not a child. You should deal with the matter that Guru Yang asked you to do!" Lang Ge Jr. waved his hand anxiously, signaling his father to hurry up and not waste any more time.
While Lang Ge Sr. was gratified that his son was sensible, he naturally didn't dare to neglect. He quickly left the ward and called the Street Racer Gang's warehouse manager to prepare the heavy sniper rifle and armor-piercing bullets. Since Yang Ming wanted one, he naturally wouldn't prepare just one. He had to prepare two. One of them should be used as a backup in case of emergency.
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