Urban Black Technology Boss

When the light came back to Tang Long's eyes, he found himself in the bathroom of the bar again.

Counting it, this is the third time he has reset the timeline.

This time, Tang Long took the initiative to reset, and he felt much better physically and mentally.

He called up the infinite invasion system in his mind, and the virtual light screen showed that the mission was still the same, but he was surprised to find that [current points] only had 447 points left, which was 200 points less.

In the previous two passive resets, 100 points were deducted each time, but this time the active reset was deducted 200 points. What's going on?

Tang Long thought back quickly, and found that for him, the biggest difference between these three times was the length of time he experienced after crossing.

The first two times he was killed by bombs, and his survival time was only a little over 15 minutes, while the third time, it took more than three hours.

Could it be that the longer he experiences in the parallel world, the more points he needs to consume to reset the timeline?
This astonishing discovery reminded Tang Long that the number of times he could reset the timeline was limited.

There are 447 points left, theoretically it can be reset up to 4 times, but if it exceeds a certain time after crossing, it may only be reset 2 times, or even less.

Tang Long looked down at his watch. It was 1:55 pm local time, 15 minutes before the bomb exploded.

This time, he not only wants to find the pieces of the Rubik's Cube, but also calls the police and finds out the terrorist who planted the bomb.

There were a lot of things to do, and he didn't have time to think about it. He pushed the door open and strode out of the bathroom.

The familiar and noisy bar appeared before Tang Long's eyes again. He looked around, and his eyes finally fell on the window of the bar facing the street.

At this time, everything outside the window was normal. There were no suspicious parcels, cardboard boxes and other items for storing bombs. The terrorists had not come to plant the bombs yet.

Tang Long withdrew his gaze, walked quickly to the bar, and said with a smile, "Hi, can I borrow the bar's landline?"

The bartender was a young black woman. She glanced at Tang Long. The Asian man in front of her was relatively unfamiliar, but he was quite handsome, and his smile made people feel comfortable.

There is a marathon today, and there are many foreign tourists in Boston. It is time to show the hospitality of Bostonians to foreign tourists.

These thoughts flashed through the female bartender's mind. She took out a landline phone from under the counter and said with a smile, "No problem, you can call as you like."

"Thank you." Tang Long picked up the phone with a smile, turned to look at the window of the bar, and at the same time dialed the number of the office of the head of the FBI Special Cases Department.

"Hello, I'm Deslaurel, who are you?" A male voice came from the phone.

Tang Long thought about it: "I am a good citizen, and I have an important piece of information about a terrorist attack to tell you."

"Huh? Please wait a moment..." Hearing the word terrorist attack, Deslaurel immediately became alert and looked down at the caller number. This is a local landline number in Boston.

The phone number in his office is a non-public number, and only a few insiders know this number, but judging from the tone of the other party's speech, this person is obviously not an insider of the FBI.

This kind of situation is very rare. Deslaurel covered the phone and hurriedly ordered to the secretary outside the office: "Cathy, monitor my phone immediately and find out the source of the call."

Cathy immediately acted upon hearing the orders from her superiors.

Seeing his agents getting ready, Deslaurel let go of the microphone and continued, "Hey, are you still there?"

"Here." Tang Long had watched "Anti-Terrorism 24 Hours" and knew that the other party would definitely look for his location.

But time was tight, and he didn't have time to go out and find a public phone booth.

What's more, Tang Long just wanted Deslaurel to send someone over as soon as possible. He didn't care if his identity was exposed, anyway, he didn't have any documents on him, so he couldn't stay in this time and space for a long time.

"Please elaborate on the information about the terrorist attack." Deslaurel asked.

Tang Long stared out of the window, and slowly said: "I have received reliable news that terrorists are planning to launch bombs on Boylston Street, and there are at least two bombs."

Deslaurel frowned and glanced at the computer screen on the table. There was information sent by the female secretary on it.

The registered location of the caller number is Balchik Bar, 673 Boylston Street, and the caller is at the scene of the possible bomb attack?

"Your news is really reliable?" Deslaurel's expression became serious.

At this time, the 117th Marathon is being held in Boston. At least 50 people are watching the live broadcast, and there are thousands of citizens and tourists on the scene.

The map on the screen showed that Boylston Street was the final stretch of the marathon.

Deslaurel will be under a lot of pressure if news of the terrorist attack goes unconfirmed and he takes action to evacuate the audience on Boylston Street.

On the contrary, if a terrorist attack really happened and it was found out afterwards that he had done nothing in this matter, then his future would be over.

"You still have 13 minutes at most. Believe me, you will become a hero who saved hundreds of lives, otherwise..." Tang Long glanced at the time on his watch and said coldly.

Deslaurel suddenly felt a lot of pressure. After a few seconds of silence, he made a difficult decision: "Understood, I will act immediately."

"Very good! You made the right choice!" Tang Long replied calmly, and then hung up the phone.

The black female bartender at the side looked at him dumbfounded, and tentatively asked: "What you said is true?" Obviously she heard what Tang Long said just now.

Tang Long smiled lightly: "What do you think?"

Leaving the female bartender standing still, Tang Long went straight to the table where Song Qingwan was.

Ever since he experienced the world of "John Wick", Tang Long found that his hearing was very good. Even in the noisy bar, he could hear the voices of Song Qingwan and others in the distance.

"An Qi, I really didn't see that Asian man go into the bathroom just now, he seemed to appear in a bar suddenly."

"Xue Li, if you like a handsome guy, just tell me straight up, don't make any lame excuses, just let me invite him over for you."

"Stop talking, that mysterious Asian man is coming this way."

……

Hearing these words, Tang Long finally understood why Song Qingwan came to him for the first time, and it turned out to be because of this reason.

He took the initiative to walk to Song Qingwan's side, and said with a smile, "Hi, hello to the three beauties!"

Song Qingwan winked at Xue Li, turned her head and smiled, "Hello, my name is An Qi, I am Chinese, are you Chinese too?
Tang Long nodded and said in Chinese, "My name is Tang Long, and I come from Huaguo."

Song Qingwan smiled and said, "That's great. These two are my classmates Louise and Shirley. Shirley is very interested in you. You can sit down and chat."

Tang Long bowed his head and said in serious Chinese: "Miss An Qi, you may find it hard to believe what I say next, whether you believe it or not, please remain calm."

"What do you want to say?" Song Qingwan looked at Tang Long warily.

Tang Long quickly said: "Your real name is Song Qingwan. You are a freshman at Harvard University. Your dream is to become a movie star. The reason why I know this is because I come from the future, and you told me these things in the future."

Song Qingwan's eyes froze for a moment, obviously unable to accept such a ridiculous statement for a while.

Few people in the United States know her real name, and perhaps very few people can find out, but about her star dream, that is a secret that only her father knows.

How could Tang Long know this secret?
Is what he said true?

Is he really from the future?