Many years later, whenever there was a new generation of young people from the Third Brother's family, they asked for advice with a respectful face when they looked at Master Lahore Shama, who was already highly respected in the Third Brother's family.

Ask me when he followed the great Zhang Dixian and carried out a brilliant operation for the first time.

This Master Lahore Shama, who has already stomped his feet at the third brother's house, will make countless big people tremble, and he can't help but fall into deep memories.

Then, it was told with great emotion:

The reason why Zhang Dixian was able to establish such great achievements was not only his unimaginable efforts, but also the efforts of his followers.

For example, he Lahel Shama, who has given a lot of 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 did not hesitate to brave the rain of bullets and drove his motorcycle, which played a positive and important role in getting rid of those powerful pursuers that day.

In fact, that's what it actually looks like......

"Watch out for that big hole, special! Lahore, you grandson, be careful, I don't want to take a bath in that stinking puddle. ”

Zhang Dixian roared in Lahore's ear, squirting the other party's face with saliva by the way.

He is now even repentant of his intestines! Why did he just agree to the request of this cargo and get on the motorcycle of this cargo and flee all the way.

Every man in the third brother's family is born to be a master of motorcycle driving.

At first, even Zhang Dixian thought so, and he was very familiar with the city, and he drove his motorcycle into a small alley with great skill.

Then, in the maze of complicated alleys, it began to make people dizzy.

The obstacles of all kinds of low wires and dense clothes poles are not any problem for him.

However, just when Zhang Dixian thought that they had thrown off the pursuers, the loud sirens behind him sounded again, and Zhang Wei glanced back to see that it was the police officers who had just chased after them.

Good guy! Sure enough, he is worthy of being a police officer of the third brother's family, it is 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 in Lahole.

If that's all there is, it's nothing.

The problem is that every police motorcycle actually carries at least four or five police officers from the third brother's family.

It's like they've let their feet grow firmly on the motorcycle, freeing their hands without pressure.

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

'Papapa~' In a chaotic burst of gunfire, Zhang Dixian was quite calm.

With the marksmanship that these third brothers had shown before, if they could hit him half an alley away, he would be willing to swallow these antique rifles.

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

When the chaotic sound of the rifle behind him sounded, he was in an extreme panic, and the hands that operated the motorcycle handle were immediately soft and deformed.

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

Then the motorcycle carrying the two men will drive into a large pit in the middle of the road, just think of the puddle that glows green under the headlights of the motorcycle.

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

Seeing that the motorcycle was constantly encountering various dangers under the nervous driving of Lahore, and even the pursuers behind him were getting closer and closer, it was not a way to go on like this.

Zhang Dixian felt that it was necessary to give this fellow a little encouragement.

As for the way to motivate, what could be more effective than those colorful little pieces of paper in the large box he carried in his left hand?

First, he stuffed the MG42 in his right hand into the big bucket in the back seat.

Then he opened the box, snatched out bundles of brand-new rupees, and after a light in Lahore's eyes, shoved them into his wide collar.

At the same time, Zhang Wei's mouth shouted loudly: "Fellow, as long as you can escape, all this money is yours." ”

One, two, three~ Soon Lahore's chest became more material than that of Yanmar.

Zhang Dixian didn't know how many rupees he stuffed in, it was always three or five kilograms heavier than he had promised before, and it was definitely only a lot more.

The power of a small amount of money is infinite, and Lahore was immediately in good spirits.

Under his control, the motorcycle became as nimble as a swimming fish again, but the problem was that Zhang Wei felt that it was not so sufficient.

He quietly put his hand into the crotch of his pants, and after a number was sent, a rough-shaped glass bottle soon appeared in his hand.

Although the bottle is a little rougher, the contents are not so simple: the vodka of Maozi's high level, known as the multiplier of the courage of the fighting nation.

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

Immediately, the fiery liquid felt like it was burning in the stomach, and it spread around at a very fast speed, and even the breath was hot.

"Open your mouth. In Zhang Wei's alcohol-filled roar, poor Lahler instinctively opened his mouth.

After a while, he could feel a hard spout poking into his mouth savagely and roughly, and then the liquid that made him crazy was forced into his stomach......

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

In the small alleys full of obstacles, the choking black smoke from the exhaust pipes of some old motorcycles soared at speeds of more than a hundred yards.

In the blink of an eye, the pursuers behind him were thrown to a place where there was no shadow,

To be honest, at such a crazy speed, as long as the wheels of the motorcycle hit a little casually, it would immediately overturn.

The problem is that in such a dangerous situation, Lahore's face is indescribably excited.

With a mouth full of wine, he shouted to Zhang Dixian behind him: "Hero, where are we going now?"

Zhang Dixian, who really didn't drink much, was also on top of the power of vodka, and this product, which was originally bold, has now become even wilder.

He glanced at the large box in his hand, which still had a lot of rupees left.

Nervously shouted: "We are the embodiment of love and justice, we are thieves who rob the rich and give to the poor, now go to the poorest slums, let us go and save them." ”

"Alright!" said Lahore in a loud voice, turning into an even more shabby alley at the next intersection.

By the way, the thing turned on the car stereo he was proud of, and the sound of 'C Mile C Mile 'music like noise) immediately resounded in the narrow, dilapidated slum.

For a while, I don't know how many poor people from the third brother's family who were so poor woke up.

After one of the thin men was woken up, he subconsciously poked his head out of the window of his house, intending to see what was going on.

It was only at this moment that a thick stack of papers, with a strong wind, smashed exactly on his head, smashing him back into the dirty, dilapidated room.

When he saw clearly through the moonlight, what almost stunned him.

The poor man of the third brother's family fell to his knees reverently and cried out loudly: "God, please stone me to death with rupees." ”