Chapter 1802

Chu Jiang returned to Baxing hotel with ina after confirming that no one was following her.

Inside Baxing hotel.

When Princess ina saw his father balang VI, she was already crying.

Chu Jiang didn't like the scene of tears, so he went out for a walk, and then walked back.

"Thank you, Mr. Chu, about remuneration..." balang VI said excitedly.

"No, I said Princess ina and I were friends. There was no reward for saving her." Chu Jiang said calmly, "besides, we just swaggered out."

"How could he let you out?" Balang VI asked suspiciously. Of course, he refers to the fake king.

"After his plan to quietly kill people and kill people failed, he should use plan B. anyway, the princess is still a princess, and he dare not kill the princess openly." Chu Jiang said slowly.

"Plan B?" Balang VI frowned.

"He should have a fake princess on hand. Not surprisingly, tomorrow is the day when the fake Princess returns to the palace." Chu Jiang analyzed, "if the princess shows up somewhere again, he will kill it, and then openly said that someone pretended to be the princess and killed it as a punishment."

"Well... If so, the hope of using DNA reset will be completely dashed." Balang VI sighed.

Chu Jiang nodded and said flatly, "this king must be a puppet."

"Puppets are puppets. Unfortunately, I still can't guess the mastermind behind them." Balang VI frowned and smiled bitterly.

"Is it usually an aristocrat or a government official?" Chu Jiang asked.

"From a certain point of view, government personnel only help our nobles work, and will always be just a role with a fixed salary." Balang VI said.

"That's the possibility of aristocracy. Have you found any abnormal behavior recently?" Chu Jiang continued to ask, which was also to help balang VI analyze the problem together.

"Now it seems strange to think of Lord rourkey and Duke tokri, and Duke muoni is also a little strange." Balanluo thought, it seems that the highest level of the aristocracy are strange.

"What about cabinet ministers?" Chu Jiang is quite familiar with the institutions of samba.

"Cabinet minister sang Ming, as usual, should be able to rule out suspicion. Besides, he is not an aristocrat. He is elected for one term and can be reappointed for up to two terms." Balang VI said calmly.

"Father, aren't you the only one who knows the password to launch a missile?" Princess ina suddenly interrupted.

"Then I can't just launch missiles or bombs." Balang VI said with a little compassion.

"But we can prove the king at a critical time." Chu Jiang's eyes lit up and said excitedly.

"But how to fight for this opportunity?" Balang VI said and returned to the origin of the problem.

"Otherwise, I'll talk to the cabinet minister sang Ming." Chu Jiang said, "anyway, it's me who shows up. You won't be in any danger."

"Are you in no danger?" Ina said with concern first.

"I can come and go freely in the palace, not to mention the residence of a cabinet minister." Chu Jiang smiled happily and pretended to force him indifferently.

Ina rolled her eyes, smelly!

"For the sake of safety, it seems that your father and daughter can only live in the same room these two days. Anyway, there are two beds here." Chu Jiang said slowly.

"Nothing." Balang VI replied.

"It happens that my father and I can chat more." Ina was a little happy instead.

At the moment, it was only around 10 p.m. when Chu Jiang said he was leaving, he quickly found the house of cabinet minister sang Ming according to the address given by balang VI.

This is a three story Western-style house with a small yard.

Before entering, Chu Jiang smelled the breath of a master.

It seems that sang Ming has only one bodyguard, but he is a super first-class expert.

It seems better to visit directly, Chu Jiang thought secretly, and then rang the doorbell.

"The master is about to rest. Come back tomorrow." It was the bodyguard who came out to open the door. He was about 40 years old, medium-sized, and had bright eyes.

"I have something urgent to see." Chu Jiang smiled faintly and said in a loud voice. Of course, he has always used Samba language.

"Amy, let him in." Cabinet minister sang Ming stood on the balcony on the second floor and said calmly.

"Yes, sir." Amy bowed slightly, and then opened the door to let Chu Jiang in. He himself followed Chu Jiang behind.

Chu Jiang entered the living room on the first floor and directly sat there with a tall, thin, middle-aged man standing still.

"I'm Chu Jiang, head of the God of war killer regiment, and I'm here to meet with Sang Ming's cabinet minister." Chu Jiang immediately revealed his identity as a killer group.

"Oh, it's the killer group. What can I do for you?" Sang Ming asked with a slight turn of his eyes.

"Tonight I went into the palace and took the princess." Chu Jiang said gently.

"What? Are you the one who kidnapped the princess?" Sang Ming suddenly stood up and looked at him with double torches. It seemed that he was also a master.

"The princess and I swaggered out of the gate of the palace. If you don't believe it, you can check the monitoring." Chu Jiang Dunton said, "how did it become kidnapping? And according to my estimation, the princess will be found by you sometime tomorrow, just as you found the king a few days ago."

"You? What do you mean?" Sang Ming shouted, "do you say that the king was kidnapped and returned to the palace, and the princess was kidnapped and returned to the palace by someone?"

The cabinet minister is worthy of being a cabinet minister. He is transparent, meticulous and good at reasoning.

"And I guess your old king's DNA map should have been tampered with these days, either destroyed or replaced. You can check it tomorrow." Chu Jiang said, and with a show of his figure, he had left the Western-style house of cabinet minister sang Ming.

Sang Ming and Amy looked at each other.

"Chase!" Sang Ming ordered.

Amy showed her figure and immediately chased out.

Half an hour later, Chu Jiang still circled back to the courtyard of the foreign house of the cabinet minister, and then hid in the dark. Ah Mi also returned to the house of the cabinet minister.

"How's it going, Amy?" Sang Ming asked hurriedly.

"From the point of view of body method, the other party is at least a martial arts master, and I can catch up with it if I am not at my super first-class level." Amy replied shamefully.

"Is there a little distance between super first-class and martial arts masters?" Sang Ming asked.

"Not a little distance, but a gap, an insurmountable gap." Amy told the truth.

"Isn't it far away from my first-class peak?" Sang Ming asked with a smile.

Amy nodded.

Through their opponents, it seems that Samba has carefully divided the grades of martial arts learners.

"You go down first." Sang Ming pondered for a moment and said, "he gave me too much information at once. I want to think about it."

"Yes." Amy quietly withdrew.