Extreme Job

Extreme Job 7.1

An anti-drug team composed of five paint-dropping detectives, nailed to its head by the officer for incompetence, ambushed in the fried chicken shop opposite the drug dealer's nest all day, and there was no progress in the case. Since we have to stay in a fried chicken shop every day, we might as well start selling fried chicken. It seems like an unreasonable decision to let Lu Snake detectives accidentally find a second spring in their career, selling delicious fried chicken that scares the scream, making the restaurant popular overnight and receiving soft phone calls for orders! Is there any way for detectives who are too big as a sideline to achieve their mission? Will the drug dealers across the street come by smelling incense?