Becoming A Tech Tycoon Begins With Regression novel Chapter 35

Chapter 35: Greed

Tag leaned back and stretched as he completed his third break in today.

The firewalls that the companies were so proud of had been picked apart so easily by him and his team of six.

Spinning his chair around, he noticed that he was completely alone in the base, well almost completely alone.

All the others had apparently gone out—probably to the game lounge—leaving only Spectra, who was curled up on the couch, fast asleep.

Tag smiled as he stood up and slowly approached her, careful not to wake her up. Getting close enough, he crouched to eye level and studied her quietly.

Her hoodie had slipped slightly off one shoulder, and a strand of hair had fallen across her cheek.

Her fingers were still curled around the edge of the throw pillow she was hugging, as if she’d dozed off mid-rant about something annoying, probably by the most recent hack she thought was going to prove a challenge.

She looked peaceful. That in itself was rare.

Tag tilted his head slightly. Spectra—Isabela—was easily the most talented hacker on the team after him, and sometimes, he even suspected she might be better. She was sharp, methodical, and fast. But more than that, she enjoyed hacking.

Unlike the rest of them who did this for their selfish gains, she did it purely for the fun of it, a fact that could be seen by the smile she had on whenever she was breaking in.

That was one of the reasons why she never really connected with the team, why she never connected with him. They were all doing this for different reasons.

But even with that, she was his gold. One of the reason why the Vigilants were so well known today and also the only woman worthy of standing by his side.

He was about to reach for the blanket tossed over the armrest to drape it over her when his phone suddenly buzzed.

Buzz. Buzz.

The screen lit up with an unknown number, but the encrypted app tag on the top corner told him it was anything but some spam call.

Frowning, he stood up and quietly walked away from the couch before answering.

"Go." He spoke in a low voice, afraid to wake Spectra up.

There was a pause, then came a cold deep, accented voice and unmistakably Russian.

"Is this Tag?"

Tag frowned, first this person somehow got his private contact and now, judging by the tone, the person knew exactly who Tag was.

This instantly placed the person in one of two categories in Tag’s list.

Either the person on the other end was a lot more than his normal customers or a private investigator who somehow discovered him.

The latter of the two was impossible since Tag and his team made sure to erase every single trace of their online presence after every job.

They were digital ghosts so clean even the NSA would need a miracle to find them.

So that left one option.

"Depends on who’s asking," Tag replied, casually but alert now, his fingers already tapping on a nearby console to run a quick scan on the caller’s ID.

There was the faintest pause before the voice replied.

"My name is Dmitri Volkov. I represent certain interests. Ones willing to pay handsomely for your... expertise."

He paused as soon as he heard the name. Tag had been in the hacking business for years now, so of course he had connections in the underworld and there were certain names that should not be messed with at all.

The biggest being Irina Romanova.

Dmitri Volkov, although not common, he was dangerous enough for the people of the underworld to be fearful of his name.

And that same Dmitri was on the opposite end of this call.

One of his terminals let out a ding, causing Tag to walk over and check. The ping came from his wallet.

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