The Jakarta night wind greeted them like an angry stepmother. The parachutes unfolded perfectly, but their control in the air? A big fat zero. Ucok screamed as he spun his body, "HEY! THEY DIDN’T TEACH ME HOW TO BRAKE THIS THING ON YOUTUBE!"Nova twisted her body toward the Semanggi Bridge. "Turn right! RIGHT, UCOK, NOT TOWARD MONAS!"Rizal pulled the stabilizing cord. "Relax... we've jumped from the moral state of this country. A building rooftop should be easy."Maya gritted her teeth. "If I die before I upload my clarification video, I’ll come back as a ghost, Zal!"Their landing was rough—it was more like being thrown by God onto the earth than landing gracefully. Ucok nearly crashed into the old bicycle of Pak Satpam, who was startled and immediately fainted."I’ll replace it later, Pak... with an e-bike," Ucok whispered with a guilty expression.Meanwhile, from behind the shadow of the bridge, a pair of eyes observed them. Not a drone this time—but a man in a light ivory suit, s

Jakarta hadn't recovered from the explosion at the international conference. The ruined building now stood as a silent monument: proof that VERTIGO wasn't just an underground organization—they were a rotten root growing from the very soil of the government.Ucok stared at the screen, his face more serious than usual. "I've cross-checked all the post-explosion aid logistics. There's a shadow company that was the supplier—the CEO's name... Arman Darsa."Nova moved closer. "Arman Darsa? Isn't he the chief commissioner of one of the state-owned logistics companies?"Ucok nodded. "And he went to the same military academy as Kaspar. They used to be partners."Rizal slammed his laptop shut. "We have a new target. And this time... we won't give him time to run."One week later – New headquarters, secret location beneath the Blok M MRT tunnelMaya projected data from her laptop onto the concrete wall. "Arman isn't just a supplier, but the operational mastermind of VERTIGO within the state. He

The old helicopter rattled violently across the Japanese sky. The rotors shrieked, the fuel was low, and the Tokyo wind was unforgiving. But that wasn't what made Rizal grip the back of his seat so tightly—it was the information Maya had just confirmed from the flash drive of their latest heist:“SARKA’s central headquarters are directly beneath the Shinjuku district, disguised as an underground jazz club. But it’s actually the control center for their global network.”Ucok peered out the window. “I can’t believe it. We just got out of a tropical hell, now we’re going into… a metropolitan hell?”Nova cocked her weapon, the right side of her cheek still bearing a scratch from the shootout on Komodo Island. “We’re not going to Tokyo for sushi. We’re going there for war.”Rizal only nodded slowly. His face was no longer the same—there was a burning fire in his eyes, as if he knew that what they were about to face… wasn’t just armed enemies, but a criminal legacy decades in the making: th