“So, let me reiterate one more time…” Ucok looked at his three friends while wearing a construction helmet he’d somehow acquired, “…our plan is to infiltrate the most ruthless mafia boss’s warehouse in the north, steal a mysterious suitcase, and get out alive. No backup plan. No reinforcements. No snacks.”Nova sighed. “And no more corny jokes, please.”Ucok grinned proudly. “My jokes are precisely what’s keeping us sane in all this.”Rizal, who was fiddling with a small drone in his hands, stared at the old building in front of them. The warehouse stood like an iron monster, lurking. Surrounded by a high fence, surveillance cameras, and three pickup trucks guarded by armed men. Even from a distance, the place reeked of blood and extortion.“We don’t have much time. So we need to get in, grab the suitcase, and get out before they realize,” Rizal said, pressing a button—his drone began to fly low, scouting from above.Maya nodded. “If anything goes wrong…”“…we’ll pretend to be constru

"Don't move," a voice whispered from behind Nova. Cold. Close. Too close.Nova froze. Her breath hitched.Ucok, who was standing not far away, reflexively raised his hands. "If this is some kind of roleplay, please count me out. I'm just a martabak delivery guy."Rizal and Maya immediately drew their weapons, but it was too late. From the shadows, Vano appeared—with a thin smile and a gun in his hand. His clothes were black, his body thin but taut like steel wire. A gunshot wound scar on his chest was faintly visible beneath his shirt. But his eyes... they weren't ordinary human eyes."Long time no see, darling," he said, looking at Nova.Nova gritted her teeth. "You should be dead."Vano smirked. "And you should have forgotten me."Ucok whispered to Rizal, "Bro, this isn't a reunion, it's a bloody soap opera. Just waiting for the melancholic soundtrack."Vano moved closer, his weapon still aimed. "I'll give you two choices: come with me... or I kill your friends one by one."Rizal st

The first bullet cracked like a short-fused firecracker on Judgment Day.Ucok instantly flattened himself behind a car that had seen more dents than his ex's self-esteem. “I’M NOT READY TO DIE! I JUST FOUND THE PERFECT MANGO JUICE AT THE MINI-MART!”Rizal, Nova, and Maya reacted with the ingrained reflexes of years spent navigating the criminal underworld. But this wasn't just your run-of-the-mill shootout. This was a top-tier mafia ambush.And amidst the hail of bullets and small explosions…Drako? He just stood there.Relaxed.Weaponless.Fearless.Looking like someone who’d just woken up from a not-so-great nap.“Moreno sends his clowns,” he stated, then casually strolled straight into the line of fire.Nova yelled, “He’s insane!”Ucok chimed in, “Well, duh! We’re still here with him, aren’t we? That’s a sign right there!”Drako moved like a vengeful ghost with a grudge against the world. One by one, Moreno Family members dropped – not from bullets, but from Drako’s bare hands, whi

“Seriously, we’re going to sneak into the Customs office… wearing civil servant uniforms?” Ucok stared at himself in the car mirror, sporting an oversized beige shirt and fabric trousers, complete with an ID card that read “Unused Archives Sub-section.”Nova sipped instant coffee from a thermos. “It suits you, though. Your face… it’s got that bureaucratic vibe.”“Bureaucratic vibe, my foot! This is a face full of economic pressure!” Ucok pouted. “And why is there a picture of a chicken on my ID card?”Rizal unfolded a map containing the building’s blueprints. “Focus. Gio said the package is on the 7th floor, in the ‘Secret Seized Goods’ room. The only way in is through the senior staff elevator. We’ve got 30 minutes before the security guard’s shift changes.”Maya yawned, still wearing a short bob wig and reading glasses. “I’m undercover as an internal audit officer. If anyone asks, I’ll answer with accounting terms… that I also don’t understand.”Ucok glanced at her. “If they realize

Rizal stared at the dilapidated wooden door before them, in a rat-infested alley that reeked of stale cooking oil and lingering childhood trauma. He let out a long breath, then glanced at his companions."You sure about this guy?" Nova asked, her arms crossed, a hint of doubt in her eyes.Rizal gave a small nod, uncertainty etched on his face. "He used to be my inside man. But... that was a lifetime ago."Ucok stood furthest back, clutching the heavy black suitcase like a security blanket. "Don't tell me this is the same lowlife who owed us big and skipped town to Batam, laughing all the way?""It's not him," Rizal replied quietly."Thank God for small mercies," Ucok sighed in relief. "Because this right hand of mine is still itching to rearrange his face."The door creaked open slowly, kreeek, revealing a gaunt man with a sparse beard clinging to his chin like a frayed thread. His gaze was sharp, but his smile was lopsided, hinting at hidden depths."Rizal," he greeted, his voice ras