Many years later, whenever a new generation of young people from the Third Brother family asked for advice with respect to Lord Laheleshama, who was already respected in the Third Brother family.

Ask for advice, when he followed the great Zhang Dixian and carried out a brilliant action for the first time.

Lord Laheleshama, who had already stomped his feet at the third brother's house, would make countless great people frightened, always couldn't help but fall into deep memories.

Then, it was told with great emotion:

The reason why Zhang Dixian was able to achieve such great achievements was not only that he made unimaginable great efforts, but also that the efforts of his followers also played a very critical role.

Like Tarahole Shama, he devoted himself to his loyalty along the way.

For example, after he saw Zhang Dixian for the first time, he recognized the extraordinaryness of this Zhang Dixian.

For this reason, he drove his motorcycle in the rain of bullets and played a positive and important role in getting rid of those powerful pursuers that day.

And in fact, the actual situation is like this...

"Be careful of that big pit, what's the matter! Lahore, your grandson, be careful. I don't want to take a shower in that stinky pit."

Zhang Dixian roared in Lahore's ear and sprayed the other party's saliva on his face.

He even regretted his intestines now! Why did he agree to this guy's request just now and boarded this guy's motorcycle and fled all the way?

Every man from the third brother's family is born to be a motorcycle driving expert.

During the initial period, even Zhang Dixian thought so; he was very familiar with the city Lahele driving his motorcycle and drilling into an alley with great skill.

Then, in the labyrinth like a complex alley, it began to make people feel dizzy.

Among them, various low wires and dense clothes rails are not any problem for him.

However, just when Zhang Dixian thought they had already thrown away the pursuers, a loud alarm sounded again behind him; Zhang Wei looked back and saw that the police officers just now were chasing him.

What a good guy! It's true that he is a police officer from the Third Brother's family, it's so magical.

Even Zhang Dixian couldn't help but exclaim in his heart. The police car chasing behind him was also a two-wheeled motorcycle, but it looked much stronger than the motorcycle Lahele.

If only this is the case, there would be nothing.

The problem is that each police motorcycle is loaded with at least four or five police officers from the third brother's house.

They were like letting their feet grow firmly on the motorcycle, freeing their hands without any pressure.

In this way, you can pull the Enfield rifle in your hand and fire with all your strength without any scruples.

‘Papapapapapa~’ Amid the chaotic gunshots, Zhang Dixian was quite calm.

With the shooting skills shown by these third brothers before, if they could hit themselves half a distance from the alley, he would be willing to swallow these old antique rifles.

Unfortunately, the owner of the roadside stall, Lahore, doesn't think so.

When the chaotic rifle sounded behind him, he was in extreme panic. His hands, operating the motorcycle handle, immediately became weak and deformed.

If Zhang Dixian hadn't reacted in time just now, he would have reminded him urgently.

Then maybe the motorcycle carrying two people would drive into a big pit in the middle of the road; just think about the puddle that shines with a faint green light under the motorcycle headlights.

Zhang Dixian would rather be shot twice than fall in and take a shower...

Seeing that the motorcycle was constantly driving nervously, she was constantly encountering various dangers, and even the pursuers behind her were getting closer and closer, it was not a solution to continue like this.

Zhang Dixian felt it was very necessary to give this fellow villager some encouragement.

As for the motivational method, what else is more effective than the colorful small pieces of paper in the big box he was carrying on his left hand?

First, he stuffed the g42 held in his right hand into the big bucket in the back seat.

Then he opened the box and grabbed a few new bundles of rupees from it. After lit up in front of Lahore's eyes, he stuffed them into the other party's wide collar.

At the same time, Zhang Wei shouted loudly: "My fellow villager! As long as you can escape, all this money will be yours."

One hand, two hand, three hand~ Soon Lahore's chest became more informative than the Ocean Horse.

Zhang Dixian didn't know how much rupees it stuffed into, which was always three or five kilograms heavier than the promised three or five kilograms, and it was definitely only a little more or less.

The power of small money is infinite, and the guy Lahore immediately became energetic.

Under his operation, the motorcycle became as flexible as a swimming fish again; the problem is, Zhang Wei felt that it was a little bit not that enough.

He quietly reached into his crotch, and after a number was sent out, a rough-shaped glass bottle soon appeared in his hand.

Although the bottle is a little rough, the things inside are not that simple: the high vodka of the Russian family is known as the doubling potion of the fighting nation's courage.

After biting open the bottle cap, Zhang Dixian first brought him half a bottle.

Immediately, the fiery liquid felt like it was burning in my stomach and spreading to the surroundings at an extremely fast speed, even when I was breathing hot.

"Open your mouth." Amid Zhang Wei's roar full of alcohol, poor Lahore instinctively opened his mouth.

Later, he could feel a hard bottle mouth, savagely and roughly poking into his mouth; then the liquid that made him madly poured into his stomach...

A minute later, Lahore stared at a pair of red eyes and twisted the motorcycle's accelerator to the maximum extent.

In the alley full of obstacles, some years old motorcycle exhaust pipes were choking black smoke, and it started to soar at a speed of more than one hundred yards.

In a blink of an eye, the pursuers behind him were left to a shadowless place again.

To be honest, at such a crazy speed, if the motorcycle wheel hits a little, it will immediately turn over.

The problem is that in such a dangerous situation, the guy Lahore was indescribable excitement on his face.

He was full of alcohol and shouted at Zhang Dixian behind him: "Hero! Where are we going now?"

Zhang Dixian, who has really not drunk much, is also gaining popularity under the power of vodka; this guy who was already very bold is now even more wild.

He glanced at the big box with a lot of rupees left.

He shouted nervously: "We are the embodiment of love and justice, we are the thieves who rob the rich and help the poor. Now go to the poorest slums and let us save them."

"Okay!" Lahore agreed loudly and turned into a more dilapidated alley at the next intersection.

By the way, the guy turned on his proud car audio, and the sound of "Lili" music like noise suddenly resounded in the narrow and ragged slums.

For a moment, I wonder how many poor third brother's poor people woke up.

After one of the thin men was awakened, they subconsciously poked their heads out of the window of their home, intending to see what was going on.

But at this moment, a thick stack of paper with strong wind hit him accurately on his forehead, smashing him back into the dirty and messy room.

When he saw what was almost knocked out by the moonlight.

The poor man from the third brother's family knelt down piously and shouted loudly: "God! Please kill me with rupee."
Chapter completed!