All Chapters of Cold-Blooded Barista: Chapter 51
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Inside the Warehouse
Cold-Blooded Barista/Abu Ulfah
The air was thick with the scent of gasoline and damp concrete. The warehouse stood like a fortress, its rusted walls hiding the criminals inside. This was the mafia’s base of operations.Rizal, Maya, Ucok, and Fikri crouched behind an abandoned truck across the street, scanning the perimeter.Ucok adjusted his hoodie. “So, what’s the plan? Knock on the door and say, ‘Surprise!’?”Maya rolled her eyes. “For once, just shut up and listen.”Rizal pointed to the guards. “Four at the entrance, two on the roof with rifles. We need to be quiet.”Ucok nodded. “Silent but deadly. Got it.”Fikri whispered, “How do we get past them?”Maya smirked. “Leave that to me.”The guards stood lazily by the door, smoking. One of them checked his phone.Then, from the alley nearby—CRASH!A trash can tipped over.One guard turned. “What was that?”His friend shrugged. “Probably a rat.”Before he could turn back—THWACK!A wooden baton cracked against his skull. He crumpled. The other guard barely had time
Fire
Cold-Blooded Barista/Abu Ulfah
The flames danced wildly, licking the walls of the warehouse as thick black smoke curled into the night sky. The sound of crackling wood and shattering glass echoed through the empty streets.Rizal, Maya, Ucok, and Fikri watched from a safe distance, their faces illuminated by the inferno.Ucok whistled. “Well, that escalated quickly.”Maya smirked. “No loose ends, remember?”Fikri adjusted his glasses. “We should leave before the cops arrive.”Rizal nodded. “Let’s move.”They turned toward the alley, but before they could take another step—VRRROOOM!A pair of headlights flared to life from the other end of the street. A sleek black car screeched to a halt, blocking their escape route.Ucok groaned. “Oh, come on! Can’t we get a break?”The car doors opened, and three figures stepped out. The middle one was tall, wearing a crisp suit, his silver hair neatly combed back. His piercing eyes locked onto Rizal.“You must be the troublemaker I’ve been hearing about.”Rizal clenched his fist
The Brother's Arrival
Cold-Blooded Barista/Abu Ulfah
A hush fell over the battleground as the man standing atop the wrecked car adjusted his sunglasses and grinned. His presence alone radiated confidence, a stark contrast to the chaos surrounding them.“Ucok…” Rizal muttered, narrowing his eyes. “You never told me you had a brother.”Ucok scratched the back of his head sheepishly. “Well, you never asked.”Adrian, still wearing his gas mask, turned his gun toward the newcomer. “Who the hell are you?”The man hopped down from the car hood, landing with effortless grace. He took his time dusting off his leather jacket before finally answering. “Name’s Budi. But you can call me—” He paused dramatically, flashing a grin. “—your worst nightmare.”Ucok clapped his hands excitedly. “Damn, that was a good one!”Adrian, unimpressed, pulled the trigger. BANG!But Budi was already in motion. With lightning reflexes, he dodged to the side, the bullet barely grazing his sleeve. In the same movement, he reached for his belt, flicking a small knife int
The Shadow's Message
Cold-Blooded Barista/Abu Ulfah
The air was thick with the acrid scent of smoke and gunpowder. Rizal let go of Adrian’s lifeless body, letting it slump onto the pavement. His mind raced. Someone had just tied up their loose end for them—but why?Maya kept her gun raised, scanning the rooftops. "Whoever that was, they didn’t miss by accident. That was an execution shot."Ucok, still gripping the metal rod he’d been using as a weapon, wiped the sweat off his forehead. "Well, uh… on the bright side, at least we don’t have to drag Adrian around now?"Rizal shot him a glare. "Not the time, Ucok."Budi remained eerily calm, adjusting his leather jacket as he walked over to Adrian’s corpse. He knelt down, his fingers brushing against the wound. A clean shot—straight through the head. No hesitation. No chance for survival."This wasn’t a random hit," Budi murmured. "This was a message."Maya exhaled sharply. "Yeah? And what kind of psycho sends a message with a bullet to the skull?"As if on cue, a faint buzz echoed through
Coffee and Bullets
Cold-Blooded Barista/Abu Ulfah
Ucok leaned back in the rickety wooden chair, sipping his coffee with satisfaction. “Ahh, this is the life,” he said, placing his glass with a clink! on the table.Maya rolled her eyes. “Seriously, Ucok? We’re being chased by hitmen, and all you can think about is coffee?”Budi chuckled, stirring his espresso leisurely. “Leave him be, Maya. You know Ucok, his brain only works after caffeine.”Rizal sat quietly, his eyes scanning every corner of the small café. This place wasn't just a regular coffee shop. The owner, Bang Sam, was a former informant who often helped them get information from the underworld.Bang Sam emerged from behind the bar counter, walking casually towards them. His face was full of wrinkles, but his eyes were sharp. “Heard you guys are causing trouble again,” he said, sitting down.Rizal nodded. “Someone killed Adrian before we could get any information from him.”Bang Sam snorted. “In that case, you’ve stepped into a deeper trap. You think Adrian was the big boss
Certainty
Cold-Blooded Barista/Abu Ulfah
Ucok was still grumbling in frustration. His eyes glanced at Rizal, who now sat with an unreadable expression. Maya clenched her fists, trying to contain her emotions. Budi remained quiet, but the way he bit his lip showed that he was deep in thought.Bang Sam leaned back in his chair, letting out a long sigh. "So, are we really just letting you go alone, Zal?"Rizal didn’t answer immediately. He knew this was a trap. Leonard wasn’t the kind of man to let things go this easily. But there was one thing they didn’t realize—he never walked in without a backup plan."I have to go," Rizal finally said.Ucok slammed his hand on the table. "Damn it! Do you think we’re just going to sit here sipping coffee while you walk alone into the lion’s den? No, Zal! We started this together, and we’ll finish it together!"Maya nodded quickly. "Ucok is right. I can’t just sit here while Dinda is in danger."Rizal glanced at his watch. "I know you all care. But we have to be smart about this. If we rush
Rescue
Cold-Blooded Barista/Abu Ulfah
Rizal stood tall in the middle of the room, staring at Leonard with sharp eyes. Behind him, two armed men stood guard, ensuring he couldn’t escape. Dinda, still tied to a chair, squirmed, trying to free herself.Leonard smirked casually, but his eyes were full of calculation. “You know, Rizal, I’ve always admired people who stay calm in dangerous situations. But unfortunately, that kind of bravery often leads to death.”Rizal grinned. “I also admire people who are overly confident. They usually don’t realize they’re walking into a trap.”Leonard raised an eyebrow. “Oh? What do you mean?”Suddenly, the lights in the warehouse flickered before going completely out. The atmosphere turned pitch dark. The sound of scuffling feet and panicked whispers filled the room.“Damn it! What’s happening?” One of the guards behind Rizal quickly turned on a flashlight, only to find thick smoke beginning to fill the room.Ucok, who had been hiding on the warehouse roof, acted immediately. He tossed sev
The Second Trap
Cold-Blooded Barista/Abu Ulfah
The car sped through the dark streets. Maya was behind the wheel, while Rizal sat in the passenger seat, still holding his gun. Ucok and Dinda were in the back seat, still catching their breath after the warehouse incident."How's Bang Sam?" Rizal asked, glancing back.Ucok pressed the button on the small radio they carried. "Bang Sam, are you still there?"Bang Sam’s voice came through, slightly broken. "I managed to get out, but there are two cars tailing me! I need backup at the rendezvous point!"Maya immediately pressed the gas pedal harder. "How long until we get there?"Rizal glanced at the GPS on the dashboard. "Ten minutes."Dinda still looked shocked, but her voice remained steady. "Do we have a plan?"Ucok smirked. "If you ask Rizal, the plan is simple: punch first, think later.""Ucok!" Rizal shot him a glare.Ucok chuckled but stayed serious. "Okay, okay. We can use our usual tactic—set a trap."Maya nodded. "We’ll lead them to the narrow alley behind the old market. If w
The Final Hunt
Cold-Blooded Barista/Abu Ulfah
The silence after the fight didn’t last long. Rizal knew they couldn’t waste a second. Leonard was still out there, and he wouldn’t sit still after losing his men.Maya reloaded her gun, her expression unreadable. "We need to move now. If we wait, Leonard will regroup."Ucok wiped the sweat off his forehead. "I hate to say this, but she’s right. I’d rather end this tonight than wake up tomorrow with a knife at my throat."Dinda was already on her laptop, hacking into the security cameras around the city. "Give me a few minutes. I’ll find him."Rizal took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the moment. They had been through so much—ambushes, betrayals, near-death encounters. But now, it was clear. This was the final stretch.A sudden notification popped up on Dinda’s screen. "Found him!"Everyone immediately gathered around."He’s at an abandoned shipyard near the docks. Looks like he brought reinforcements." Dinda zoomed in on the footage. Several black SUVs were parked near a massiv
Duel
Cold-Blooded Barista/Abu Ulfah
The night air at the shipyard was filled with the sound of footsteps and the clanking of metal. Rizal and his team moved swiftly, weaving through the narrow passageways between towering, rusted containers. They knew this was the endgame. There would be no second chances.Maya tucked her gun into her back holster and tightened her gloves. “So, are we going in quietly or just crashing the party?”Ucok, as usual, chuckled. “You know I always prefer loud.”Dinda’s voice came through their earpieces. “I’ve hacked into their security system. There are about eight men inside the main building, not including Leonard. Be careful.”Rizal nodded. “Alright. We go in from two directions. Ucok and I will take the front, Maya goes through the roof.”Without another word, they split up.Leonard stood before a wooden table cluttered with maps and documents, his expression calm despite the growing anxiety among his men.“Boss, they’re inside,” one of his men reported.Leonard only smirked. “Let them com