London's West End, in a historic Baroque building.

A Brit in a suit pushed the door open and walked into an office, and with a frustrated look on his face, he began to report to another Brit in the office.

"Boss, all the pinhole cameras, bugs, and all the other surveillance equipment we set up at the Ritz Hotel have been found by Steven's guys, and there is nothing left.

Even the surveillance equipment hidden in the depths of the ventilation ducts was found by Steven's bastards using robots, and the room where the Bishop of Kent and the rest of the Vatican personnel were staying was not spared.

Next, those guys began to set up, in the corridors, in the rooms, even on the roofs and exterior walls of the hotel, almost every corner imaginable, those bastards were equipped with surveillance and anti-surveillance equipment.

The current Ritz Hotel, except for the cameras in the public area, the floor where the joint exploration team lives is completely under the control of Steven's bastards, and it can be said that the water can't be splashed!"

Hearing this, the face of the Englishman in the office suddenly darkened, and became extremely ugly, like a dead father.

After a moment of silence, and a slight adjustment of his anger, the Englishman, known as the boss, gritted his back molars and said:

"These damn American bastards, it's so fucking difficult to deal with, I don't believe it yet, we will always be at a disadvantage, and we won't be able to take advantage of it once, and let that bastard Steven get away with it.

What happened to the surveillance team at the Ritz? If they haven't been exposed, tell those guys to keep an eye on that bastard at Steven, and don't let go for a moment!"

"Boss, that monitoring team was also discovered by Steven's bastards, not only our monitoring team, a monitoring team set up by MI5 at the Ritz Hotel, but also those bastards.

What's even more hateful is that those bastards secretly notified Scotland Yard and let the Scotland Yard police conduct a raid, almost clashing with our people and the MI5 people, making a big joke.

After we identified ourselves with the MI5 guys, the bastards took out the surveillance equipment they found and handed it all over to the guys, humiliating all the guys who were on the scene."

The Englishman who had just pushed the door in said, not to mention how embarrassed his expression was.

Before he could finish speaking, the boss sitting behind the desk had his eyes blazing, and he directly picked up the coffee cup on the table and threw it out.

"Bang"

With a crisp sound, a hysterical and frantic expletive sound immediately rang out from the office, resounding throughout the building.

At the same time, the same scene is taking place in another office building in London's West End, in the headquarters building at Scotland Yard.

At this time, Ye Tian had already washed up and eaten breakfast, and was about to leave the hotel and take David and them to visit the city of London.

As for the Bishop of Kent and the rest of the senior clergy from the Vatican, there was no such leisure, and they had a lot to do so that the next joint exploration could go smoothly.

When Ye Tian and the others left the guest room and walked to the elevator room, the Bishop of Kent had already arrived here one step ahead of time, chatting and waiting for the elevator.

Seeing Ye Tian and them coming, the Bishop of Kent immediately smiled and said:

"Steven, where are you going? We've only been in London for two or three hours, are you going to ransack London's antique art market right now? Isn't it a bit of a rush?"

"Hahaha"

There was a loud laugh at the scene, and everyone turned their heads to look at Ye Tian.

When the laughter fell slightly, Ye Tian smiled and said:

"I did plan to go to Notting Hill, but my main purpose was not to sweep the antique art market, but to find a suitable gift to give to Prince William and his wife at a dinner at Kensington Palace in the evening.

Since Prince William and his wife are hosting a banquet to welcome us, I can't come to the house empty-handed, right? Now I have some antique gold coins of great value, but they are a little inappropriate to use as gifts for the banquet.

With that in mind, I wanted to visit the Portebelu Market in Notting Hill to see if I could find something, and of course, I wouldn't miss out on a valuable and overlooked piece of antique!"

Regarding Ye Tian's words, everyone at the scene didn't completely believe it, and they all complained secretly.

"The main purpose is not to sweep up antique art, trick the ghosts, I guess the ghosts don't believe what you say, obviously, the Notting Hill Porterbelu antique thrift market is going to be bloodbathed again!"

Bishop Kent looked at Ye Tian, then smiled and said:

"Then I wish you the best of luck, Steven, and I hope you return with a full load, I look forward to hearing good news from you"

While they were talking, the elevator had already come, and everyone immediately boarded the elevator and headed downstairs to the hotel lobby.

Soon, Ye Tian and his party appeared in the hotel lobby, got out of the elevator, and walked towards the door of the hotel.

As soon as they appeared, they caused a commotion in the lobby of the Ritz Hotel.

In particular, the many media reporters who were waiting here immediately poured up.

However, before they could get closer, they were stopped by the London police and hotel security guards, who had been on guard, and could only stand a few meters away and ask questions loudly.

"Good morning, Steven, Bishop of Kent, I'm a reporter for The Times, Richard, welcome to London, what are your goals in England?

"Steven, Bishop of Kent, I'm a Reuters reporter, Finney, where is the Knights Templar treasure likely to be buried? Where are you going now? Is it to explore the treasure?"

Almost all the media reporters were asking questions loudly, holding up their cameras and video cameras to shoot wildly, and the scene suddenly became extremely noisy.

Hearing these questions, Ye Tian immediately stopped and turned his head to look at these media reporters and the many people around him who were watching the excitement.

He quickly glanced around the scene, then said aloud with a smile:

"Good morning, ladies and gentlemen, I'm Steven, and next to me is the Bishop of Kent from the Vatican, who I think we all know, so I won't introduce you much, and it's a pleasure to meet you here.

The purpose of our visit to London is now known to the world, and it goes without saying that we have come for the Knights Templar's treasures, hoping to find the legendary Knights Templar's treasures in the British Isles.

However, the destination of this trip to the United Kingdom, that is, the place where the treasures of the Knights Templar may be buried, please forgive me for not being able to tell you, it is a trade secret, and I believe you can understand it.

As for now, the reason why we left the Ritz Hotel just after arriving in London was not to explore the treasures of the Knights Templar, but to have something to do, and we can't tell you anything specifically.

Okay, that's it, we're leaving the hotel, and again, it's a pleasure to meet you all here, and I hope you all have a nice day, although the weather in London is very bad in winter!"

With that, he stepped out and walked with David and the Bishop of Kent to the door of the hotel.

The media reporters at the scene were still asking questions loudly, but they did not receive any response.

When Ye Tian and his party walked out of the door of the hotel, the guys who were protesting and demonstrating on the other side of the street suddenly roared as if they had been beaten with chicken blood, and they were filled with righteous indignation.

The protest slogans they shouted, the angry curses, were just those old words over and over again, and there were no new tricks.

And Ye Tian's response, as before, was still a high-raised, very provocative middle finger, which stimulated those idiots on the other side of the street to madness.

Long before Ye Tian and them came out, the convoy had already arrived at the door of the hotel and waited there.

Everyone didn't stop at the door of the hotel for long, the Bishop of Kent and they took the lead in getting into the car, and Ye Tian and David then boarded the Knight XV who stopped in front of them, ready to go.

Soon, the heavy convoy was off to motion and away from the Ritz.

It didn't take long for the heavy convoy to split in two.

The car in which the Bishop of Kent and the others were riding turned left onto another street and headed straight for Downing Street, while the vehicle they were riding in sped forward, heading straight for Notting Hill, which was not far away.

Seeing this scene, the guys in the vehicles behind couldn't help but be dumbfounded, and they couldn't make up their minds for a while, which team should be followed.

However, someone quickly made a decision.

"Keep up with that bastard Steven, that bastard will make waves wherever he goes, and this time will be no exception!"