Back at the hotel, Wang Hao looked at the time, it was only half past six, and if you want to act, you have to wait at least until after twelve o'clock at night, how to spend this time?

Wang Hao began to hesitate, suddenly patted his head, and said with a smile: "It's really stupid, London's Chinatown is famous in the world, go there to have fun, and have a full meal by the way, this British dish is really unpalatable." ”

Just do it, Wang Hao straightened his clothes and hair, went out and went downstairs, hailed a taxi downstairs, and went straight to London's Chinatown.

Half an hour later, Wang Hao stood in front of Chinatown, most of whom were still Chinese, which made Wang Hao very comfortable.

Looking at the red archway and the familiar font, Wang Hao felt a sense of homely kindness and warmth.

This is the Chinese, the Chinese who love their roots, no matter which Chinese, think from the heart.

Walking into Chinatown, there are lanterns, pavilions, stone lions, and banners with Chinese characteristics everywhere, and a festive oriental red.

Suddenly, Wang Hao seemed to have crossed the boundless time and space and returned to his familiar homeland - China.

After buying a Chinatown travel profile on the side of the road, Wang Hao did not hesitate to walk to a small restaurant: Yangcheng Restaurant.

According to the introduction: This is the most authentic Chinese restaurant in Chinatown, although the façade is not very good, but the old soup is served when you eat, and it is a place that makes you want to come again.

Of course, Wang Hao, who was salivating, would not miss it, and the killing general went in and tasted a Chinese dish fiercely, and tasted a bowl of delicious century-old soup.

Wang Hao, who was full of wine and full of energy, wandered around Chinatown, one to pass the time, and the other to play, which really complemented each other

As the night deepened, a slanting moon hung quietly in the sky, emitting a hazy, soft moonlight.

Wang Hao sneaked under the Tower of London, his cold face painted with black oil paint, looking hideous and terrifying.

The alarm system of the Tower of London is all networked and highly electronic, Wang Hao was not careless, and quickly scanned the surroundings with his divine sense, accurately avoided the infrared scanning of several night vision devices, and pounced on the Tower of London.

"Bang!" With a soft sound, Wang Hao gently stepped on the ground, quickly flew up to the sky more than twenty meters high, and accurately grasped the tower wall.

With the strength of his arm again, Wang Hao easily and quickly flew to the top of the tower wall of more than 20 meters on the high ground.

Jumping up the tower slightly, he quickly glanced left and right to make sure it was safe, and then began to feel under the tower wall.

Around the corner, beside a long ramp down, a British soldier was quietly guarding his post, just a little drowsy.

Opposite him, a low-light camera was hidden under a strong light, quietly monitoring everything nearby, in the dark, Wang Hao's sharp eyes flashed, and the powerful divine sense was violently emitted, and the camera immediately malfunctioned, and there was a snowflake on the lens.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Wang Hao rushed out, quietly twisting the British soldier's neck with one hand and covering his mouth with the other.

"Click!" There was a soft sound, and the British soldier's neck hung down weakly, and he didn't even make a sound.

"This is to repay you for the hatred of the British and French invasion, although it is trivial to say that it is trivial to kill you!" Wang Hao did not relent, said softly, quickly leaned the British soldier back to the city, made a look of dozing off with his head down, and then quickly dived down along the tower.

As soon as Wang Hao dived away, the camera returned to normal, and everything seemed to be normal in front of the camera.

This short five- or six-second failure usually does not raise suspicion, because delicate electronic instruments often have these temporary problems due to high winds, changes in electrical current, etc.

Under the tower wall, directly below is the Waterloo Tower, Wang Hao was a little itchy for a while, the world's largest diamond 'African Star' is a priceless treasure.

But when you think of the preciousness of the 'right hand of God', this 'star of Africa' is nothing.

Wang Hao quickly thought about it and decided not to make more troubles, so under the cover of his divine sense, he avoided the guards and monitors of the night watch, and quickly sneaked under the White Tower.

Hidden in the darkness next to the wall of the White Tower, Wang Hao quickly scanned it with his divine sense, there were two British guards guarding in front of the White Tower, and there was also a guard on each floor of the spiral staircase, and there were many monitors, almost seamless.

The security is too tight, it is almost impossible to forcibly break in, and it is impossible to be stealthy by yourself, because there are infrared detectors all around, and it is easy to trigger the alarm Wang Hao frowned and thought about it for a while, and suddenly looked up at the sky.

The top of the white tower has four corners, each with a towering minaret, through the divine sense, Wang Hao can clearly see: there is a guard in each minaret, each guarding a night instrument and searchlight to monitor the top of the tower, there is no dead angle in the line of sight, it is impossible to use the flying grasp to repeat the old trick, it seems to be equally invulnerable.

But in Wang Hao's eyes, there is more chance of sneaking in by spiraling stairs, because the walls of the White Pagoda are not straightforward, there are three layers of windows seven or eight meters high that can be borrowed, and behind the corners where the four minarets are located is the only monitoring blind spot.

Perhaps, these opportunities are not opportunities for ordinary people, but for Wang Hao, they are enough.

After a quick glance around, he made sure that no guards were looking at this side, and his body jumped, soaring into the air like a big bird, easily reaching a height of seven or eight meters!

On the edge of the third-floor window, Wang Hao swayed up, like a strange bat, clinging to the back of the minaret in the north corner, and his strong hands grabbed the edge of the corner of the wall, which was really silent.

Wang Hao held his breath and quickly probed into the spire with keen sense, and one of the British guards inside didn't notice what was happening behind him at all, just watching the roof intently.

Golden opportunity.

Wang Hao smiled slightly, and with a leap of his body, he jumped into the spire from the empty hole in the wall.

"Click!" Wang Hao made a soft sound when he landed, although the sound was very soft, at such a close distance, even the guards could hear it with their ears back.

Just as the guard turned in surprise to see what was going on, a gust of wind swept behind him, covering his mouth with one hand and twisting his neck with the other.

"Click!" With a soft sound, the British guard's body trembled, and his head drooped.

Wang Hao quickly hid behind the guards and leaned him against the wall so as not to arouse the suspicion of the British guards in the spire opposite.

After getting it, Wang Hao sneaked in quietly through the passage inside the spire, and went straight to the third floor of the white tower.

Good chance, coming down from the spire, instead of the spiral staircase, directly to the gate of the Tudor armory, a dumbfounded British guard was dozing.

Maybe the armory is not too important, or maybe it is too much trust in the defense of the perimeter of the White Tower, and there is no monitor installed in front of the armory.

Wang Hao was secretly happy in his heart, and blew it silently like a light whirlwind, simply killed the guard, still quietly leaned him against the wall, and then quietly sneaked close to the door of St. John's Chapel.

In the dim light, a British guard guarded the oldest church in England, a camera silently monitoring the short passage in front of him.

The corners of Wang Hao's mouth smirked, his divine sense rushed forward, and there was a snowflake on the camera.

At the same time, Wang Hao pounced like an agile cheetah, and the British guards guarding the church only felt a flower in front of them, and before they had time to shout, they felt a crisp sound in their necks, and then they saw their backs strangely, and the color of life in their eyes quickly disappeared.

The camera is forward to monitor the ground, and the position of the guards below is a dead end, so Wang Hao immediately removed the interference.

On the monitor, it was as if it were just a sudden blur for three or two seconds, without arousing any suspicion.

Wang Hao cautiously placed the guards against the wall, and then stood in front of the door of St. John's Chapel, holding his breath, as if waiting for something.

One, two, three!

Suddenly, Wang Hao quickly opened the door and quickly rolled under a row of seats.

In the moment the church door gently replied, a camera spun and swept across the door, finding nothing but the closed door and rows of seats.

Whew, Wang Hao quietly breathed a sigh of relief, this stealing is really not a good job, at this time he knows that there are four cameras in the church, cross-monitoring, no dead ends, and very strict guards.

If Wang Hao wants to hunt for treasure, it doesn't take a little time, and interfering for a long time will definitely arouse the suspicion of the guards, but Wang Hao has a way, and now he can be invisible.

For a while, even though Wang Hao stood up, the picture in the church was also in that empty state, even if Wang Hao swaggered back and forth inside, the monitor would turn a blind eye.

That's the power of Ox X.

Wang Hao walked relaxedly, walking from the center of the two rows of seats to the altar in front.

Suddenly, at the end of the seat, Wang Hao saw the light coming down from the skylight at the top of the tower, concentrated on the ground, forming a strange text pattern: it seemed to be a faint letter 'J'!

Wang Hao's eyes flashed: 'J', is the abbreviation of George.

Is the 'right hand of God' down there?

He immediately bent down and tapped the ground under the letters with his hand, and the sound was very thick, as if there was some dark grid, and then knocked on a few pieces of ground nearby, and the same.

Wang Hao wondered: Didn't you say that it was in the 'place where the stars gathered'? How could it not? Damn, you're not going to be fooled, are you?

Standing up depressed, his keen eyes scanned left and right, up and down, and suddenly his eyes lit up: there was also a large 'J'' lettered on the top of the semicircle of the great cross of the crucifixion of Jesus Christ.

Wang Hao's eyes lit up: Could it be that the 'place where the stars converge' is just a clue, not the hiding place of the 'right hand of God', the real hiding place is in the cross of Jesus' crucifixion!