Billionaire Reboot: Building A New World Order
Chapter 59: The Team

Chapter 59: The Team

"And that rude woman?"

Leon glanced over his shoulder, before letting out a loud laughed.

"You mean her? She’s Rena. Don’t worry about her. She’s just the stubborn type."

Terrence raised an eyebrow. "Stubborn enough to not even introduced herself ?"

"Rena doesn’t trust easily — anyone new is automatically an enemy until proven otherwise. She’s ex-special forces, did black ops work for years before she ended up in this line of business. "

"Well," Terrence tilted his head "you all did try to ambush me... so does this mean you’re also the same as her?"

Leon let out a forced laugh. "It was just a test. Dr. Ivan kept telling us you’re special, so we wanted to see it for ourselves."

"You don’t seem shocked that I bent a knife with my bare hand," Terrence remarked.

"We’ve seen all kinds of people," Leon grinned. "And believe me — you’re not the first special one we’ve met.

Hearing this made Terrence pause.

’Just how many people in this world are like me... superhuman?’

Judging from the mercenary leader’s words, it seemed these "special" individuals weren’t as rare as he once thought.

If he had to guess, it was either genetic modification, enhancement drugs, or maybe a mix of both.

Different methods. Different paths.

But the same result — humans pushed beyond their natural limits, turned into living weapons.

Before Terrence could ask more questions, Leon suddenly spoke. "Please, follow me,"

Terrence walked behind into the farmhouse.

The rest moved in behind them, matching their pace without a word.

They were so disciplined that they looked more like trained soldiers than wandering mercenaries. Except for Rena, who still looked at him with annoyance.

The interior was surprisingly warm, the scent of burning firewood.

A few thick rugs covered the creaky wooden floor, and a single long table stretched down the center of the main room, cluttered with empty mugs, half-finished meals.

Leon didn’t stop. He walked past the kitchen and into a narrow hallway that led to a heavy steel door at the back of the house.

"Base down here," Leon tapped a code into a keypad beside the door.

BEEP!

The door swung open to reveal a narrow staircase .

At the bottom, they stepped into a large, open basement filled with more people.

Rows of heavy-duty racks lined the walls, stacked with rifles, carbines, and sniper rifles—some so new they still had protective film on their stocks.

Boxes of ammunition were piled waist-high in the corners, neatly labeled in Russian.

To the right, a series of heavy-duty tables held half-assembled drones—sleek black casings, foldable wings, rotating cameras, and miniature payload hooks.

Behind that, rows of screens flickered on a wall—maps, security feeds, satellite overlays.

A few of them showed a rotating 3D model of a large estate: the arms dealer’s mansion.

Red lines marked the patrol paths. Blue dots blinked along the perimeter. Weak points. Escape routes.

"Nice setup," Terrence was genuinely impressed. "Didn’t expect all this under a frozen cabbage farm."

Leon grunted. "That’s the point. Low profile. High powered."

The mercenary leader motioned to a smaller room in the back—glass-walled, with sliding doors.

"That’s the strategy room. We’ll do briefings there. You’ll get the full mission layout now."

Inside, everyone sat around a long table.

Terrence scanned the room carefully, taking in every detail.

’So these are the people I’ll be working with,’ he thought. ’Interesting.’

"Alright, listen up," Leon said. "This is James Bishop — though most of you probably already know. He’s an outsider, so having him here will make this mission a lot safer."

A few people chuckled under their breath, their eyes flicking over Terrence with interest.

Leon pointed to a tall man with short blond hair, who was carefully adjusting a rifle scope.

"This is Sergei. Sniper. He doesn’t talk much, but he rarely misses."

Next, Leon motioned to a woman with short, choppy red hair, who was tightening straps on a set of lightweight vest.

"That’s Katya. She handles infiltration and stealth ops."

Katya gave a quick, smile, her eyes bright and calculating.

"And that’s Boris," Leon nodded toward the broad-shouldered man leaning back in his chair. "He’s your guy when you need additional muscle. Or a getaway car."

Boris just grunted.

Lastly, he motioned to a thin man with glasses, typing rapidly on a laptop.

"Yuri. Tech support and comms. He’ll be in your ear during missions, feeding you updates and maps."

Yuri glanced up, gave a shy wave, then went right back to typing.

"Then there’s Alexei, our lock expert,"

Leon lowered his hand and looked around the table. "The rest of you already introduced yourselves earlier, so no need to repeat."

"Any questions?" he asked, though his tone suggested he didn’t expect any.

"None at all. Just give me the plan, and I’ll handle the rest," Terrence answered bluntly.

Rena’s chair scraped loudly against the floor as she shot up, her glare sharp enough to cut.

"Hey! Stop acting like you own this place!" she spat, her tone filled with anger.

Even though she knew he was strong — stronger than most of them — she still couldn’t stand him.

"Why do you hate me so much?"

THUD!

She slammed her hand on the table.

"Why? You really don’t get it?" she shouted.

"We spent months planning this mission! We risked our lives gathering info, studying every detail, scouting day and night — and then you show up at the last second to get all the credits?"

"I’m just here to help."

Her eyes burned with anger as she pointed at him. "People like you... you think strength alone is everything. You don’t respect the work behind it"

The room went silent. Shocked by how raw and honest her words were.

’Calm down,’ Closing his eyes, Terrence decided not to engage with her in words.

Trying to explain himself would only add more fuel to her fire.

So instead, he stayed silent, leaning back slightly as if he had already lost interest.

His calm reaction only made Rena’s anger burn hotter, but she could do nothing after Leon shook his head.

Katya let out a small sigh and stood up.

She tapped a small remote on the table, and a large screen behind her flickered on, showing blueprints of a large building.

"This is the target. A private vault in a mansion owned by Barron — an arms dealer with ties all over Europe."

She switched to another slide, this time showing guard schedules.

"The guard rotation is our first major problem," she continued.

"There are three shifts. During the handover between shifts, security is at its peak — more guards are awake and moving. We’ll need to strike just after the change, when they’re least focused."

She tapped again. Red lines appeared, showing camera placements and patrol routes.

"The mansion has full camera coverage. Daniel will loop the feed, but only for twenty minutes. After that, the system runs a forced reset check. Once that happens, we’re exposed."

She pointed at a highlighted hallway.

"This corridor has motion sensors that can’t be shut down remotely. We’ll need to crawl or use special pads to avoid triggering them."

Another slide showed the vault door: thick, layered steel with a biometric scanner.

"The vault door is serious. Double-layered steel and a fingerprint plus retina scan. Alexei will handle the locks, but he’ll need at least five minutes without anyone interrupting him."

Katya’s face grew darker as she changed to the final slide. It showed five people.

"But what we need to be most careful about... are these." She paused, making sure everyone was paying attention.

"Barron keeps five super soldiers on standby. They’re heavily enhanced . Faster, stronger, and tougher than any normal human. One of them could wipe out a squad of trained mercenaries alone. If they show up, it won’t be a fight .... it’ll be a slaughter."

The images of the super soldiers, each marked with cold eyes and heavy combat gear, seemed to suck the air out of the room.

Mercenary teams that had gone up against them before were never heard from again.

"Don’t worry about them," Terrence yawned. "They’re just greenhorns. I can beat them with my eyes closed."

Rena shot up from her chair so fast it nearly toppled over.

"Do you even hear yourself? Those super soldiers aren’t some random street thugs! They’ve killed entire squads — men way more experienced than you can imagine!"

Terrence didn’t even bother to respond.

"You think this is a game? You think you can just stroll in, show off, and everything will magically work out?! Your arrogance is going to get us all killed!"

The rest of the team stayed silent.

Finally, Leon stepped forward and placed a firm hand on Rena’s shoulder, gently pushing her back down into her seat.

"Enough. We have a mission to focus on."

Rena clenched her fists, her jaw tight, but she said nothing more.

Katya cleared her throat loudly to get everyone’s attention back to her.

"Team One will handle external guards, control the perimeter, and block reinforcements. Team Two — Mr. James Bishop, Alexei, Victor, and me — will go inside, secure the path, and open the vault."

"If everything goes smoothly, we’ll exit here," she pointed at a marked tunnel exit outside the mansion grounds.

"From there, we split into two vehicles and disappear before local forces even realize what happened."

She glanced around the table, her eyes firm.

"No matter what happens inside, remember: stick to the plan. Once we have the diamond, we move fast. No hero moves, no unnecessary fights."

She clicked the screen off, folding her arms tightly.

"We only have one shot. Make it count."