Becoming A Tech Tycoon Begins With Regression novel Chapter 161

Chapter 161: Infiltration

[25 minutes before Ethan’s deadline]

"Can I do the accent?"

"For the last time Zero, no accent." Tag said over the ear piece in the hyperactive tennager’s ear.

He groaned dramatically. "But come on, Tag, I’ve been practicing my Mandarin accent for, like, three whole minutes!"

"Exactly my point."

Zero sighed as he revved the scooter’s engine, the small motor whining as he sped down the narrow road toward the walled estate ahead.

He wore a faded yellow delivery vest with a cap pulled low over his white hair, a cardboard box strapped to the back of the scooter marked with the logo of a local food chain.

"Man, you guys are no fun," he muttered, weaving past a slow-moving car. "How am I supposed to blend in if I can’t even sound authentic?"

"Not while speaking like that," Tag said again.

"But I watched Rush—" he started but was cut off by Spectra who was also in the basement with tag.

""That’s just what Jollywood think they sound like, Zero," she said, "they’ll start looking at you weirdly if you try it."

Before the conversation could continue, Silk and the always sleepy Juno cut in, "we’re in place."

"Great," Tag said, "Nico, Bypass?"

"We’re also in place, waiting on your signal," Nico’s calm voice responded.

They had finally completely sorted out their differences at the fact that Tag basically gambled all their lives for money and he still remained their leader.

Silk had also come to accept the fact that Ethan was now their boss, since, one, the pay they earn from him was nothing to scoff at and two, she had seen exactly what he was capable of, both in the tech world and the business world.... she’d rather stand with him then against.

"Zero, how far are you?" Tag asked.

"Five minutes," a response came from Zero.

"Alright, everyone knows the plan," he added, "we want to do this as quickly and quietly as possible, before they have the chance to realize, she should be long gone."

"Got it." They responded in unison.

"Bypass," he added, "loop their camera feed, I want a twenty minutes blackout."

"Child’s play," Bypass answered as he quickly got to work.

"No need to get cocky, keyboard Jesus," Silk said, "it’s just a simple FireLink OS, even a child can hack into it."

"What a weird way to flirt," Zero commented as he heard her words.

Someway and somehow, much to the surprise of the entire team, Silk and Bypass had started dating, though, their interactions hadn’t changed in the slightest bit.

Well, apart from Zero’s usual call outs.

"Can we make this fast," Juno finally said, his voice slow and bored, like he was already halfway asleep. "I’d rather get back to sleep."

"You literally slept through half the briefing," Spectra pointed out flatly. "How much more rest do you need?"

"Preferably as long as possible," Juno replied without missing a beat.

Before anyone else could say anything, Bypass interrupted.

"Loop’s live," he announced. "Their surveillance grid’s been fed twenty minutes of looped data. They won’t notice a thing unless someone reboots the system manually."

"Good," Tag nodded, "Zero."

Zero glanced at the gate coming into view, two security guards chatting lazily. He slowed the scooter, straightened his vest, and lowered his cap even more.

"Delivery time," he said with a grin. "Let’s hope they tip well."

"Just stick to the script," Tag reminded but got no response as Zero approached the guards.

"Delivery!" He called out cheerfully in Mandarin as he stopped his scooter in front of the gate. His tone was light and natural with no trace of his earlier exaggerated accent. "For Mr. Long. Extra spicy noodles, paid online."

The guards exchanged a look. One stepped forward as he looked at the kid. "We didn’t order anything."

Zero held up a printed receipt with a small grin. "Order number 2219. Notes say, ’Don’t screw up the sauce again.’" He added a little shrug. "And the address says it’s this place."

The guard frowned, eyes darting between the paper and Zero, the address really did say here.

"Wait here," he muttered, turning toward his partner.

This was [The Mimic], a tech capable of turning you to anyone it scans for thirty minutes.

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