Chapter 378 — The Great Yang
Years of Heartflutter · Page 1 of 2
"Armor-piercing rounds?" Liu Yu clicked his tongue in astonishment. "Yang Ce, do we really need that kind of firepower? Ordinary guns should do the job, but armor-piercing rounds—I'm afraid that's a tall order..."
"Oh? Even you can't get your hands on them, Fatty?" Yang Yuchuan asked.
"Ordinary firearms are easy enough to buy in Las Vegas, but armor-piercing rounds—weapons that lethal and that inhumane—are nearly impossible to find on the civilian market, and the black market may not carry them either..." Liu Yu explained. "Even if gun control here is lax, they still won't let heavy weapons run rampant. After all, that's a matter of local public order!"
"All right, then I'll find a way." Yang Yuting nodded, not particularly surprised. What Liu Yu said made sense—though America's gun laws were loose, you still didn't see anyone walking down the street blasting people with rocket launchers or armor-piercing rounds.
"Yang Ce, you're planning to use armor-piercing rounds against that guy?" Liu Yu had more or less guessed Yang Juehuan's intent.
"Yes. I'm afraid that's the only way," Yang Yanzhou said.
"I hope it works! But after stirring up a commotion this big, we'll probably have the FBI on our tails. Going home through the normal channels is likely out of the question..." Liu Yu said with some worry.
"Heh..." Yang Hengye smiled. "Don't worry. Leave it to me."
Ever since Yang Ce set foot on the path of the assassin, he had never feared anyone. He had escaped even the North African badlands unscathed—this place was nothing by comparison.
Liu Yu nodded without a trace of doubt. Yang Ce was called the ace of the Special Services Unit, and he surely had his extraordinary qualities—just as Liu Yu himself was the ace of the Field Unit. He would not make idle boasts, and neither would Yang Shuoxuan.
"Hello, Batten? This is Yang Ce." Yang Ce dialed Batten's number once more.
"Mr. Yang, what can I do for you?" Batten answered the phone with the utmost deference.
"It's not so much an order. I need you to find me the number of Old Lange, the biker gang leader," Yang Yanzhou said. Batten belonged to the Douglas family, a mafia clan—in the town of Airo, there was no weapon he couldn't procure. But this was Las Vegas, where the Douglas family operated only hotels and had never built up any gang business, so getting those weapons through Batten was utterly impossible. Yang Ce simply didn't bother working that angle.
Better to go straight to the Lange family's biker gang—they were a local Shatterstar faction... now one of the Pivot factions. Getting hold of a gun that fired armor-piercing rounds should be a trivial matter for them.
"One moment... Mr. Yang, Old Lange's number is 00xxxxxxx," Batten recited a string of digits, then said to Yang Ce, "Mr. Yang, is there anything else you need?"
"That's all. For now." Yang Ce hung up on Batten and dialed the number Batten had given him.
Old Lange was in the hospital room, planning the gang's future with his son, Young Lange. Though Young Lange had been crippled, he was not sorrowful at this moment. That the biker gang could rise to an unprecedented height—that was what filled them with excitement and anticipation.
The phone rang, interrupting their conversation. Old Lange frowned, picked up the phone, and glanced at it. He had not intended to answer, but seeing an unfamiliar number, he felt an inexplicable tightness in his chest.
These past two days had been troubled times. Old Lange did not dare be careless, so he answered, saying with some hesitation, "Hello, this is Old Lange. Who are you looking for?"
"This is Yang Ce." Yang Shuoxuan wasted no words. "Old Lange, isn't it? Where are you?"
"Ah!" Old Lange was startled the moment he heard Yang Juehuan's voice, thinking to himself what a lucky man he was. Thank heavens he had taken this call—otherwise, who knew whether he might have angered this great demon again and brought his biker gang to ruin in an instant?