Urban Black Technology Boss

After making up his mind, Tang Long found a small hotel near the Black Falcon Cruise Terminal, paid an extra one hundred dollars for the room, and lived in a room on the fourth floor without a registration certificate.

He spent the entire afternoon watching TV in his room.

The reporters from the major TV stations in the United States are more informed than Tang Long, and they are now surrounded by the FBI's temporary command center.

At 5 o'clock in the afternoon, Tang Long went out to a nearby fast food restaurant to buy a fast food, and when he returned to his room, he saw the police press conference on TV.

Deslaurel, director of the FBI's special case department, said to the camera: "The FBI has identified three suspects in the bombing. Today we will ask the public to help provide clues so that the police can solve the case as soon as possible."

Photos of the three suspects were then shown on television, all taken from surveillance cameras near the blast.

When Tang Long saw the picture on TV, he was dumbfounded!

Although the photos above were not very clear, he could tell at a glance that one of the photos was himself.

What the hell!

When did he become a suspect in the bombing?!
Are these American policemen pigs?

Instead of catching the real suspect, he was treated as a suspect.

What made Tang Long even more depressed was that he had no documents and no immigration record, so he couldn't stand the investigation at all.

Tang Long suddenly realized that Song Qingwan's phone number was still stored in the phone, so he quickly took out the phone, remembered the number, took out the calling card, threw it into the toilet and flushed it away.

Bang!
Just as he was thinking about whether to leave the hotel first, the door of the room was suddenly knocked open.

"FBI, put your hands up, squat down and don't move!"

Accompanied by a scolding sound, several guns were aimed at Tang Long's head.

For a moment, Tang Long was stunned!
He didn't know if it would be okay to be shot in the head in this world, and he didn't dare to try, so he raised his hands obediently.

Two FBI agents roughly twisted Tang Long's hands behind his back and handcuffed him.

An agent in front stared at his face, and replied into the headset: "The target is confirmed, take it back to the command center immediately."

Tang Long was covered with a hood, turned into a police car, and escorted to the temporary command center at the cruise terminal warehouse.

Tang Long was silent in the car, his brain was working fast.

As long as he was not suddenly shot and killed, he would have the opportunity to reset the timeline at any time and return to 15 minutes before the bomb exploded.

After trying to understand this, Tang Long immediately calmed down.

The mission had clearly failed, and sooner or later he would have to start all over again.

But before that, he can take this opportunity to enter the FBI's temporary command center to see if there is a chance to find more clues to the pieces of the Rubik's Cube.

A few minutes later, Tang Long was escorted out of the police car and walked into a spacious building.

After hearing the sound of closing the door, Tang Long found that his headgear had been taken off, and there was a log desk in front of him.

A middle-aged man in a black suit and glasses stood in front of him, with a civil servant beside him.

After the middle-aged man sat down, he stretched out his hand to signal Tang Long to sit down, and said with a serious face, "I'm Deslaurel, the director of the FBI's Special Cases Department. I'm in charge of today's bombing. Who are you?"

The clerk on the side translated it in Chinese and Korean.

Tang Long smiled and didn't speak, but turned sideways to shine the handcuffs behind his back on Deslaurel.

Deslaurel shook his head behind Tang Long, and an FBI agent stepped forward to remove Tang Long's handcuffs.

"Who are you? Where are your accomplices?" Deslaurel asked repeatedly.

Tang Long sat down unhurriedly, and without waiting for others to translate, he said directly in English: "I am not a terrorist, you have arrested the wrong person."

"Who the hell are you? We haven't found your immigration record, and there is no video of you coming in in the bar." Deslaurel stared at Tang Long, like a hound smelling blood.

Tang Long said with a blank face: "It's okay to tell you, my name is Tang Long, a native of Hua, but I don't come from this time and space."

"What do you mean?" Deslaurel looked blank.

Although Tang Long spoke fluent English, he failed to understand Tang Long's meaning.

Tang Long raised his eyebrows and said calmly: "I told you, I'm not a terrorist. Before the bomb exploded, I called 911 to call the police. It's a pity that none of you believed me."

He knew that it was difficult to convince the other party that he was from the future, so he stopped dwelling on this issue and made another plan.

Hearing Tang Long's words, Deslaurel immediately waved to the subordinates beside him, and ordered: "Check the alarm records before the bomb exploded immediately to see if there are any relevant alarm calls."

An FBI agent responded.

Tang Long thought for a while, then continued: "Well, I will make a deal with you. You promise me a simple condition, and I will help you find the real terrorist."

"Tell me, what's the condition?" Deslaurel said in a deep voice.

Although the FBI quickly screened out three suspects by analyzing the surveillance video of the explosion site, it still cannot be sure that the person in front of them is really the bomber.

However, one of the suspects was on the FBI's monitoring list, but he didn't send people to monitor him on a daily basis, so he didn't expect it to be a mess.

Tang Long said seriously: "I need to take a look at the evidence you brought back. After reading it, I will tell you who the real suspect is."

Deslaurel stared at Tang Long's face for a long time, as if trying to find a clue from his face.

At this time, an FBI agent came over with a report and said loudly: "Sir, we have found the alarm records 30 minutes before the bomb exploded, and indeed there was an alarm call from a public phone booth on Boylston Street claiming that the police on the street There's a bomb."

"Asshole! Are these operators useless? Some people call the police and they don't send anyone to deal with it?" Hearing that the situation was true, Deslaurel immediately became furious.

Because of the dereliction of duty of these operators, hundreds of people were killed or injured.

The FBI agent explained: "Sir, because the caller is unwilling to stay on the phone and cooperate with the police investigation, so..."

Deslaurel waved his hand impatiently, not wanting to hear any more explanations.

Tang Long smiled and said, "Do you believe what I said now?"

Deslaurel thought that there were more bombs in the hands of the terrorists. After a moment of silence, he nodded and said, "Take him out to see the evidence."

With so many policemen around, he wasn't afraid of Tang Long's tricks.

Tang Long nodded slightly: "Very well, I promise you will never regret your current decision."

Following the two FBI agents out of the interrogation room, Tang Long found a warehouse with a thousand square meters outside.

On the ground not far away, FBI agents have restored the location of all the evidence at the explosion site according to the topographic map of Boylston Street, which greatly facilitates Tang Long's search for the fragments of the Rubik's Cube.

He went straight to the area marked Balchik's Bar and saw a dozen pieces of evidence on the ground.

Tang Long pointed to the door of the bar and said, "The first explosion point is here. I need to take these dozens of pieces of evidence to the interrogation room for inspection."

The FBI agents on both sides turned to look at Deslaurel, who nodded.

The four FBI agents were about to pick up the evidence together, but Tang Long stopped him and said, "One by one."

Back in the interrogation room, Tang Long raised his left wrist, pressed the switch, and opened the dial to reveal the Rubik's Cube radar inside, ignoring Deslaurel and others watching from the sidelines.

"What is this?" Deslaurel asked suspiciously.

Tang Long smiled slightly, and said nonsense: "Relax, this is the latest radiation tracer, I will give it to you after I finish checking these evidences."

Deslaurel's eyes rolled around, thinking that he was not in a hurry, so he nodded.

Five minutes later, Tang Long compared the Rubik's Cube radar and checked the evidence of suspected Rubik's Cube fragments one by one.

The last gaze fell on a small silver-gray safe, and the fragments of the Cosmic Rubik's Cube were inside.

Tang Long suppressed the joy in his heart, and asked calmly: "Can you open the box and let me see what's inside?"

"No, this is Jessica's personal belongings. No one is allowed to open the box without her permission." Deslaurel shook his head and refused.

This box has already passed the FBI's explosives test, and there will be absolutely no problems.

Tang Long sighed secretly, but it was enough to know that the Rubik's Cube fragments were in this box. He thought for a while and asked, "One last question, what is your cell phone number or office phone number?"

"My office phone number is XXXXXXX, you can call me directly if you have any information in the future." Deslaurel said the phone number readily.

Tang Long memorized Deslaurel's phone number, and said with a strange smile on his face, "Okay, see you next time."

As soon as the words fell, Tang Long had already reset the timeline silently in his mind, and fell into darkness instantly.