At a military airfield on the outskirts of London, a blue-and-white Boeing 747 with the Stars and Stripes painted on its tail slowly descended under the escort of two Royal Air Force F35B fighter jets.

"Welcome to London, Mr. President!" The head of the Secret Service and the ambassador to the United Kingdom, who had come to London for a long time, looked respectfully at US President Benjamin Arthur as he slowly stepped off the plane.

"You've worked hard!" Mr. President shook hands with the two and after a few words, he got into the Ford bulletproof SUV that had been airlifted over, under the protection of a Secret Service agent in a black suit.

There are eight such vehicles in the convoy, and not only do they look identical, but they also have the same license plates, so that those who try to assassinate the president will not be able to distinguish where their goals are, and they will miss the opportunity to assassinate them.

"What's the arrangement for today?" As soon as he got in the car, Benjamin Arthur asked.

"Let's go to the hotel today, and tomorrow the heads of state will arrive, and then you will attend the funeral of St. Paul's Cathedral!" Secret Service Director Lynn Jacob took out the PDA and began to explain it in detail.

"After the funeral, you have to talk to the new prime minister! Discuss issues related to the South American Federation! ”

"It's not easy to come here!" Benjamin sat up abruptly and said to Mike Banning, a bodyguard sitting in the passenger seat.

"You're not easy, we're not easy!" Banning glanced at the driver, smiled and turned to look at the president.

"But we'll keep you safe!"

"Thank you, Banning!"

The convoy started slowly, then left the airport, looking at the convoy heading towards the city, a soldier standing on the edge of the airport lounging reached into his pocket and pressed a button.

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"Professor, the target is here!"

"It's good to come, so that we can be a little more lively, leave a little clue for our husband, this game, if there is only one player, I will definitely not enjoy it!"

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"Ma'am, you can't go in! Lady! Please stop! ”

Aaron, who was sitting in his office eating instant noodles with Wesley, had just lifted the lid when he heard a commotion in the hallway.

"What's the matter?" After opening the door with instant noodles in his arms, Aaron asked in a loud voice.

"Sir, they want to force their way in!" A soldier in a black combat uniform stood in a salute and pointed behind him. Aaron tilted his head and saw three Knights of the Round Table in plate armor.

"I wonder what the knights do?" Aaron asked, putting instant noodles on the water dispenser.

"On the orders of Commander Galahat, we are here to take over the defense of St. Paul's Cathedral!"

"Where's the stuff?" Aaron took the bubble noodles and took a sharp breath, he had been busy all morning, and he still had no teeth.

Looking at Aaron, who was splashing the soup he ate, one of the knights at the head frowned, then took out a written order from his pocket and handed it to Aaron.

"I'll see, one, two, three, well, there are not enough chapters, please go back!" Counting the stamps on the papers, Aaron stuffed them back.

"This is the Chancellor's order!" The knight was a little surprised, but said it emphatically.

"But we night watchmen obey the queen and the prime minister, and the justice wants to order us, so let's wait for him to become the protector!"

"You're going too far, sir!" All three knights were glaring angrily, and one of them had even clenched his fist.

Each Knights of the Round Table is not an old antique, and their long life is not only to hunt down those dark creatures, they will also learn history, politics and art, so they understand the meaning of Aaron's words very clearly, who is the Lord Protector referring to? Cromwell, they know exactly what this old brother did, Aaron means that when the justices kill the queen and become a dictator, they will listen to the order, what is the intention, 200 years ago, people like this were going to be taken to the Thames to be beheaded!

"I'm sorry, this is for your committee, so, please let me go!" The Knights of the Round Table controlled their emotions well, and then a smile appeared on their faces.

"Well, you please!" Aaron got out of the way with instant noodles.

Three minutes later, the knights, who had been scolded by the bosses of the committee, came over with a blank expression.

"Next time!"

Although he has joined the Night Watch for less than half a year, Aaron still knows a lot of insiders, for example, the Knights of the Order will propose to merge the Knights and the Night's Watch every year, saying that this can reduce expenses, but every year they will be slapped back by other bigwigs, if nothing else, just for the fact that the Justice has lived for almost two hundred years, the original Knights of the Round Table can actually be regarded as an independent armed force under the Queen, but since the beginning of the Industrial Revolution, the Knights of the Round Table began to have their own ideas, At that time, the head of the knights directly used the assets of the knights to participate in the development of the East India Company, and obtained a lot of funds, and then the queen at that time also had some inexplicable relationship with the head of the knights, which led to the fact that the knights slowly lost control, and finally when the knight leader became the chief judge, the knights became his hall.

Once the Night Watch also becomes his subordinate, the bigwigs of the City of London will not be able to sleep and eat, so in any case, the Night Watch has always maintained its autonomy and does not allow pro-Knights to appear, if such a guy appears, then he will be kicked to the Knights as a reserve as soon as possible.

"It's not over!" The knight at the head said a word to Aaron and then walked out.

"Old Wei, why do you think they have taken over the defense of St. Paul's Cathedral?"

"Because the heads of state will attend this funeral, the Order has always wanted to set up overseas branches, but it has not worked out for various reasons!" Wesley stroked his stubble and explained slowly.

"Overseas branches of the Order? The Father of Insight is watching you? Aaron suddenly thought of a knightly organization.

"Then I choose to walk in the darkness and plough in the light!" Wesley made a hood-pulling motion.

"Hahahaha!" The two sluts let out a lewd laugh together.

As it turned out, the chancellor's ambitions could not be dispelled with a few words, and in the evening, an order from Buckingham Palace made Commissioner Dooku pound the table angrily.

"This old bastard, I should have let the KGB bullet penetrate the old bird in his crotch, and now he will run and smash my field, Gan!"

"Chairman, now that the order has come down, let's agree!" A member advised.

"Order the secret forces to withdraw, hand over the defense to the Knights, tomorrow all the heads of state will arrive, although we have mobilized thousands of police troops from other areas to reinforce, but this is not enough, I ask you all to stick to your posts, there can be no mistakes, understand?"