The explosion sent a shockwave through the airport, BOOM!—flames erupted, metal twisted, and debris rained down like deadly confetti. Rizal barely had time to react before a blast of heat washed over him.“Down!” he shouted.Ucok tackled Damar out of the way as a flaming piece of wreckage crashed onto the tarmac. Leonard shielded his face with his arm, eyes scanning for any sign of Adrian.Rizal pushed himself up, coughing against the thick black smoke. Adrian had to be here.Then he saw it—a shadow moving through the flames.Adrian Kusuma, slipping away like a phantom in the chaos.“Oh, no you don’t,” Rizal growled.Rizal sprinted after him, weaving through the wreckage. Adrian was fast, but Rizal was faster.Adrian ducked into a service tunnel beneath the airport. Rizal followed, gun drawn.The tunnel was dimly lit, the hum of machinery echoing off the walls. Water dripped from overhead pipes.Footsteps. Close.Then—WHOOSH!A knife whizzed past Rizal’s ear, embedding itself in the w

Rizal stared at Reza Alatas with sharp eyes. That name… Ilya Novak. It had been years since he last heard it.Ucok glanced at him. "You know that guy?"Rizal didn't answer right away. His breath felt heavy. His heart was pounding faster than usual.Leonard noticed Rizal’s change in expression. "Who is he?"Reza Alatas smirked. "Oh, so you really don’t know? This is interesting."Ucok tapped the table. "Hurry up and explain before I lose my patience, Bang."Reza sighed and leaned back in his chair. "Ilya Novak isn’t just a hitman. He’s a ghost. No official records, no fingerprints, no clear face recognition. But one thing is certain—if he’s after you, you’re already dead. You just don’t know when yet."Ucok chuckled. "Damn, that’s scary. So we’re fighting a ghost now?"Damar, who had been silent, stared at his tablet screen. "I’m trying to find info… but it’s true. There’s almost no data on Ilya Novak."Rizal clenched his fists.He knew why.Because Ilya Novak was a shadow from his pas

The room was dimly lit, filled with the scent of cigarette smoke and stale coffee. Rizal sat in the corner, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the wooden table. His mind was elsewhere—still replaying the fight with Ilya Novak in the alley.He could still hear the sound of the rain, feel the rush of adrenaline, see Ilya’s smirk just before he disappeared into the shadows.Ucok dropped onto the couch. “Bang, kita harus ngomong soal ini.”Leonard exhaled, tossing a bullet casing onto the table. “That guy—he’s no ordinary hitman.”Damar nodded, still staring at his laptop screen. “I checked again. Ilya Novak is a ghost, but Sundara? That’s a different story.”Rizal’s gaze sharpened. “What do you have?”Damar turned his laptop toward them. A list of high-profile assassinations appeared on the screen—business tycoons, politicians, cartel leaders. All had one thing in common: they were killed by Sundara.Ucok whistled. “So, they’re not just a small-time gang.”“They’re an international oper

The city hadn’t changed. The neon lights still bathed the streets in a chaotic glow, and the air was thick with the scent of street food, gasoline, and rain-soaked concrete.Rizal stepped out of the black sedan, his jaw set. Behind him, Ucok, Leonard, and Damar followed closely.“So, where do we go first?” Ucok asked, his hands in his jacket pockets.Rizal stared at a tall building in the distance. “Adrian’s safe house.”Damar checked the map on his phone. “It’s in the old district, near the docks. If Adrian is really alive, this is where he’d be hiding.”Leonard nodded. “Then let’s not waste time.”They started moving.The building had been abandoned for years. Broken windows, peeling paint, and the damp air carried a metallic scent.Rizal felt déjà vu. Six years ago, this place had been his final battleground with Adrian.Ucok turned on a flashlight. “Bro, you sure he’s here?”Rizal nodded. “If he’s alive, he’ll come back here.”Their footsteps echoed as they moved deeper. The floor

The city was quiet now. The gunfire had stopped, the fires were dying down, and the rain was washing away the blood on the streets. Rizal sat on a crate, pressing a cloth against his wounded shoulder. His body ached, but the weight on his chest felt lighter than ever. It was over.Ucok handed him a bottle of water. “Bro, did we win?”Rizal smirked, taking a sip. “We’re alive. That’s enough.”Damar checked on Adrian, who was still recovering in the corner. “This kid is strong.”Leonard leaned against the wall, looking at the body bag in the center of the room. “Sundara’s dead, but he was right. This doesn’t end here.”Rizal nodded. He knew the truth. Killing Sundara didn’t erase the enemies they had made along the way. There would always be someone waiting in the shadows.The team had split up, agreeing to lay low for a while. Leonard disappeared without a word. Damar booked a flight to Jakarta. Ucok planned to head back to Medan.Before leaving, Ucok patted Rizal’s shoulder. “I’m head