Becoming A Tech Tycoon Begins With Regression novel Chapter 109

Chapter 109: Operation Aurora

While Ethan planned OmniTech Corp’s next step, Sentinel was busy taking the cyber world by storm just a day after its launch.

It’s fame had somehow reached overseas in just one day and it had made a couple of black hat hackers hesitant.

One particular group of black hats currently sat around a table sharing skewers and a round of Yanjing¹ at a roadside BBQ stall.

"Lǎobǎn, zài lái jǐ píng Yānjīng!" a man with close-cropped hair called out, raising his empty bottle toward the vendor. [Translation: Boss, bring a few more bottles of Yanjing.]

The stall owner gave a curt nod, before disappearing toward the cooler. The smoky scent of cumin and grilled lamb wafted in the air as the group clinked bottles together.

"They’re calling it Sentinel," another from the group of five muttered, picking at a skewer of chuan’r.

His thin-rimmed glasses reflecting the light above their table. "Even Google rolled it out overnight. I’ve never seen them move this fast."

"Tch," the man with cropped hair snorted, tearing into his meat. "Hype. Just another American trick. Code is code. Everything has holes."

A woman with dyed auburn hair, her nails tapping idly against the beer bottle, smirked. "Tell that to the crews who already tried probing it and came back empty-handed. Some of them pulled out completely after one day."

The table fell silent for a moment, save for the hiss of skewers grilling behind them.

Finally, their leader—a broad-shouldered man with grey hairs here and there in his head, known among them as "Elder Wood"—leaned forward. His voice was low, steady.

"We have our orders. Sentinel or not, we don’t hesitate. The client is paying us fifteen million. Hack, copy, sabotage. No excuses."

The man with glasses swallowed hard and nodded. Still, unease lingered in his eyes.

"I think we should reconsider this job," another man, who didn’t quite look Asian spoke up, "we’ve been crawling in their systems for a while now and we’ve gotten more than enough data, we should just present that to the client and pull back before it’s too late."

Soon after his words, the vendor came back with a crate of sweating bottles and set them down with a practiced thud. Someone cracked one open; causing it to let out a loud fizz.

Elder Wood eased back into his stool and let the noise fill the space for a beat. He watched the others—Lin, the close-cropped man who liked to talk big; the bespectacled man whose hands trembled whenever a new exploit failed; Mei, the auburn-haired woman who rarely smiled; and the pale guy who’d suggested folding up the work and walking away.

"Listen," Elder Wood said finally, voice low enough that only the table could hear. "This isn’t personal. Reputation is reputation. We take the money, complete the job and disappear, with zero fireworks."

Lin snorted into his beer. "Reputation? If we get caught, reputation would be the last thing we would be worrying about."

"We’ve completed impossible seeming jobs before," Mei cut in, "so why would this one be any different?"

"All we need is a connection to their systems and boom, we will be in, we’ll enter so quietly that Sentinel won’t even have a chance to realize we’re there.

The bespectacled man—Zhou, if you wanted a name—looked at Mei like she’d found a coin in the gutter. "You’ve got optimism," he said. "Or stupidity."

"The hell, old man?" Mei frowned at him, "say that to my face one more time."

"You might just be stupid after all," Zhou repeated with a smirk on his face, before almost getting a bottle to the face.

Luckily, he dodged fast enough and before the second could come, their leader, Elder wood cut in, "that’s enough."

Mei put down the second bottle in her hand as she went back to drinking and tearing through the meat.

The pale man—Aleks— on the other hand took a long drag from his bottle as the watched the banter, they might be like this now, but they were one of the most feared black hats in the world, responsible for many company hacks.

They had been recently approached by an anonymous figure with a job.

And the job?

Hacking one of the biggest tech companies in the world, Google, alongside a couple others more.

Their main job was to copy everything from their systems, important or not. What the employer wanted to do with such data was anyone’s guess.

The first ten million had already hit their offshore wallet. The rest would be released only after they had delivered the data and files they were tasked to copy..

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