Back at the hotel, Wang Hao looked at the time and saw that it was only half past six, and he had to wait until after twelve o'clock at night to take action. How should he spend this time?
Wang Hao began to hesitate, then suddenly slapped his head and said with a smile: "How stupid. London's Chinatown is world-famous. Go there to have fun and have a good meal. The food of this British guy is so damn unpalatable."
As soon as he said it, Wang Hao straightened his clothes and hair, then went out and went downstairs. He hailed a taxi downstairs and went straight to London's Chinatown.
Half an hour later, Wang Hao stood in front of Chinatown. Most of the people in Chinatown were Chinese, which made Wang Hao very comfortable.
Looking at the red archway and the familiar fonts, Wang Hao felt the kindness and warmth of home.[
This is what Chinese people, root-loving Chinese people, no matter who they are, think from the bottom of their hearts.
Stepping into Chinatown, there are lanterns, pavilions, stone lions, banners and a festive oriental red everywhere with Chinese characteristics.
In an instant, Wang Hao seemed to have transcended time and space and returned to his familiar homeland of China. Although he was traveling now, this feeling came out involuntarily.
Buying a Chinatown tour guide on the roadside, Wang Hao walked to a small restaurant without hesitation: Yangcheng Restaurant.
According to the introduction: This is the most authentic Chinese restaurant in Chinatown. Although the appearance is not very good, the old soup served when you eat is a place that will make you want to come again.
Of course Wang Hao, who was salivating, would not miss it. He went in and had a hearty meal of Chinese dishes and a bowl of delicious century-old soup.
Wang Hao, who was full of wine and full of energy, started wandering around Chinatown. One was to kill time, and the other was to have fun. They really complemented each other.
The night is getting deeper, and a crescent moon hangs quietly in the sky, emitting hazy and soft moonlight.
Wang Hao quietly sneaked under the Tower of London, his stern face covered with black paint, looking ferocious and terrifying.
The alarm system of the Tower of London is fully networked and highly electronic. Wang Hao did not feel careless and quickly scanned the surroundings with his spiritual consciousness. He accurately avoided the infrared scanning of several night vision devices and rushed to the foot of the Tower of London.
"Bang!" With a soft sound, Wang Hao lightly stepped on the ground, quickly flew into the sky more than 20 meters high, and accurately grasped the tower wall.
With another force of his arm, Wang Hao flew easily and quickly to the top of the tower wall, which was more than 20 meters high.
He lightly jumped up to the tower, quickly glanced around to make sure it was safe, and then started to feel under the tower wall.
Turning a corner, beside a long ramp going down, a British soldier was quietly guarding his post, just a little sleepy.
Opposite him, a low-light camera was hidden under a strong light, quietly monitoring everything nearby. In the darkness, Wang Hao's sharp eyes flashed, and his powerful consciousness violently emitted, and the camera immediately
There was a glitch, and there was a snowflake on the lens.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Wang Hao swooped out and quietly twisted the British soldier's neck with one hand and covered his mouth with the other.
"Crack!" There was a soft sound, and the British soldier's neck was lowered with force, without making even a sound.
"This is to avenge the invasion of your British and French forces, although killing you is trivial!" Wang Hao did not show any mercy, he said softly, and quickly leaned the British soldier back to the city, making a
He looked like he was dozing off with his head down, and then quickly dived down the tower.[
As soon as Wang Hao sneaked away, the camera returned to normal, and everything seemed to be normal in front of the camera.
This brief failure of five or six seconds usually does not arouse suspicion, because precision electronic instruments often have these short-term problems due to strong winds and changes in current.
After getting off the tower wall, directly below was the Waterloo Tower. Wang Hao felt a little itchy for a moment. The world's largest diamond, the "Star of Africa", was a priceless treasure.
But when one thinks of the preciousness of the ‘right hand of God’, this ‘Star of Africa’ is nothing.
Wang Hao thought quickly and decided not to create too many complications. Under the cover of his spiritual consciousness, he avoided the night guards and monitors and quickly sneaked under the White Tower.
Hidden in the darkness beside the wall of the White Tower, Wang Hao quickly scanned it with his spiritual consciousness. There were two British guards guarding the door of the White Tower. There was also a guard on each floor of the spiral staircase looking at each other, and monitoring.
There are also so many utensils, almost a sea of clothes.
The security was too tight, and it was almost impossible to break in by force, and it was impossible to become invisible by yourself, because there were infrared detectors all around, and it was easy to trigger the alarm. Wang Hao frowned and thought about it, and suddenly looked up at the sky.
The top of the white tower has four corners, each with a towering spire. Through his spiritual consciousness, Wang Hao clearly saw: There is a guard in each spire, each guarding a night instrument and a searchlight to monitor the top of the tower.
There is no blind spot inside, so it is impossible to use the flying grab to repeat the old trick. It seems to be equally invulnerable.
But in Wang Hao's eyes, the spiral staircase has a better chance of sneaking in, because the walls of the White Tower are not straight. There are three floors seven or eight meters high that can be used for strength, and behind the corners where the four minarets are located is the only
Monitor blind spots.
Perhaps these opportunities are not opportunities for ordinary people, but for Wang Hao, they are enough.
After a quick scan of the surroundings to make sure there were no guards watching, he jumped into the air like a big bird, easily reaching a height of seven or eight meters!
Point by point on the edge of the third floor, Wang Hao soared up, clinging to the back of Zhaobeijiao's spire like a strange bat. His strong hands took advantage of the situation and firmly grasped the edge of the corner. It was really quiet.
Wang Hao held his breath and quickly looked into the steeple with his keen consciousness. A British guard inside didn't notice what was happening behind him at all, and was just concentrating on monitoring the roof of the building.
Good opportunity.
Wang Hao smiled slightly and jumped into the steeple from the empty wall hole.
"Bah!" Wang Hao made a soft sound when he landed. Although the sound was very soft, even the guards could hear it at such a close distance, no matter how hard their ears were.
Just as the guard turned around in surprise, wanting to see what was going on, a strong gust of wind came from behind, covering his mouth with one hand and twisting his neck with the other.
"Crack!" There was a soft sound, and the British guard trembled and his head hung down.
Wang Hao quickly hid behind the guard and leaned him against the wall so as not to arouse the suspicion of the British guards in the opposite minaret.
After getting it done, Wang Hao sneaked in quietly from the passage inside the minaret and went straight to the third floor of the White Tower.
Good opportunity, come down from the steeple, don't take the winding stairs, but directly face the door of the Tudor armory, where a dull British guard is dozing.
Perhaps the armory is not too important, or perhaps there is too much trust in the defenses outside the White Tower, so there is no monitor installed in front of the armory.[
Wang Hao was secretly happy in his heart, and he blew past the guard like a light whirlwind. He simply killed the guard, quietly leaning him against the wall, and then quietly sneaked towards the door of St. John's Chapel.
Under the dim light, a British guard was guarding the oldest church in England, with a camera above his head quietly monitoring the short passage in front of him.
Wang Hao grinned ferociously, his consciousness rushed forward, and a snowflake appeared on the camera.
At the same time, Wang Hao pounced on him like an agile cheetah. The British guard guarding the church felt his eyes blurred. He was so frightened that before he could shout, he felt a snap on his neck, and then he saw him strangely.
The color of life in his eyes quickly disappeared.
The camera was monitoring the ground forward, and the guard below was in a blind spot, so Wang Hao immediately removed the interference.
On the surveillance camera, it seemed that it was just a sudden blur of three or two seconds, which did not arouse any suspicion.
Wang Hao carefully 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 to the ground under a row of seats.
The moment the church door gently opened, a camera rotated and scanned in front of the door. Except for the closed door and rows of seats, nothing was found.
Huh, Wang Hao breathed a sigh of relief. Stealing things was really not an easy job. At this time, he knew that there were four cameras in the church, which were monitoring each other. There were no blind spots and the security was very tight.
If Wang Hao wants to hunt for treasure, it will not take him any time, and long-term interference will definitely arouse the suspicion of the guards. However, Wang Hao has a way. Now he can become invisible.
For a moment, even though Wang Hao stood up, the scene in the church was still empty. Even if Wang Hao walked back and forth struttingly inside, the monitor would turn a blind eye.
This is the power of Niux.
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 from the top of the tower, concentrating 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.
Could it be that the ‘right hand of God’ is down there?
He immediately bent down and tapped the ground under the letters with his hand. The sound was very deep, and it didn't seem like there were any hidden patterns. He tapped several nearby pieces of ground again, and the same was true.
Wang Hao was puzzled: Didn't it say it was at the 'where the stars converge'? Why not? Damn it, you can't be fooled, can you?
He stood up depressedly and glanced sharply around, up and down, and suddenly his eyes lit up: there was actually a large 'j' shaped letter engraved on the top of the semicircle of the huge cross where Jesus Christ suffered.
Wang Hao's eyes lit up: Could it be that the '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 where Jesus suffered!