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Cold-Blooded Barista
By: Abu UlfahUpdated just now
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Rizal only wants a peaceful life as the owner of a coffee shop in Medan. Every morning, he serves bitter robusta coffee to his regular customers while enjoying casual coffee shop conversations. But behind this calm facade, Rizal hides a dark past—he was once the most feared enforcer in the mafia world. When Bang Togar, the biggest mafia boss in Medan, learns that Rizal is still alive, everything changes. Old grudges resurface, and Rizal finds himself hunted by assassins, corrupt cops, and former allies who have now become enemies. With the help of his best friend, Ucok—who cracks more jokes than he actually helps—and a former detective addicted to coffee, Rizal must face the world he left behind. Gunfights, brutal brawls, and deadly revenge plots turn his coffee shop into more than just a place to relax—it becomes a battleground. Can Rizal stay alive and protect his café? Or will he have to return to being a cold-blooded executioner to survive?
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A CUP OF COFFEE AND A BULLET
Rizal never imagined his life would end up in a small coffee shop on the streets of Medan. Five years ago, his name was feared in the mafia world—he was the best enforcer, a cold-blooded killer who never failed to finish a job. If someone betrayed the boss, Rizal was the one knocking on their door in the middle of the night. If someone played dirty in the drug or arms trade, Rizal was the one pulling the trigger.But everything changed on one bloody night in an old warehouse near Belawan Port.That night, Rizal faced a choice that altered his life forever. His old boss, Bang Karim, was betrayed by his own right-hand man—Bang Togar. As Karim lay on the floor, his chest soaked in blood, Togar made Rizal an offer: join him or die alongside Karim.Rizal didn't respond with words. He responded with a bullet.One shot to Togar’s shoulder was enough to bring him down, but not enough to kill him. Rizal wasn’t stupid. He knew that if he killed Togar then and there, he would become a target for
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Cold-Blooded Barista The Devil’s Gambit
The gunshot rang through the room like a thunderclap.Rizal dove sideways, flipping the table as cover just as Johan’s shot barely missed his head. Glass shattered, whiskey spilled, and the room exploded into chaos.BANG! BANG!Rizal fired twice, forcing Johan to duck behind a cabinet. The smell of gunpowder filled the air."You really wanna do this, Riz?!" Johan shouted, his voice laced with amusement.Rizal reloaded. “I’ve wanted to do this for a long time.”A chuckle. “Then come and get me.”Rizal knew Johan wasn’t stupid. He was playing for time. Reinforcements were probably already on their way. If Rizal didn’t finish this fast, he’d be walking into a death trap.His eyes flicked to the chandelier above Johan’s hiding spot. One clean shot, and it would come crashing down.CRACK!Rizal pulled the trigger. The bullet ripped through the chain.CRASH!The massive chandelier plummeted, shattering into a thousand glass shards. Johan barely rolled away in time, cursing as he staggered t
Last Updated : 2025-03-08Cold-Blooded Barista The Aftermath
The sun had barely begun to rise, casting a dull orange glow over the city. Rizal and Maya stood on the rooftop of an abandoned warehouse, watching the smoke billow from Viktor’s burning villa in the distance. The smell of gasoline and gunpowder still clung to their clothes.Maya took a deep breath. “That was intense.”Rizal exhaled slowly. “It’s not over.”Maya gave him a sideways glance. “Viktor’s dead. His men are wiped out. What else is there?”Rizal clenched his fists. “Power vacuums don’t stay empty for long. His rivals will move in. And then there’s—” He stopped himself.Maya frowned. “What?”Rizal hesitated, then turned to her. “You should leave the city.”Maya laughed. “That’s funny. You think I’m just gonna walk away after all this?”“It’s not about that,” Rizal said. “Whoever comes next… they’ll be worse. More ruthless. And if they find out you were involved in Viktor’s downfall, they’ll come after you.”Maya’s smirk faded. “And what about you?”“I still have unfinished bus
Last Updated : 2025-03-08Cold-Blooded Barista The Lion's Den
The front gate lay open, blood pooling around the fallen guards. Rizal and Maya moved swiftly, their boots barely making a sound on the gravel pathway leading to the main house.Inside, chaos erupted. The gunfire at the gate had set off alarms. More guards poured into the corridors, their rifles raised.BANG! BANG! BANG!Maya ducked behind a marble pillar, firing with deadly precision. Rizal rolled across the floor, avoiding a burst of automatic fire before landing a clean headshot on a charging enemy.The villa was a maze of luxury and violence. Crystal chandeliers hung above blood-stained floors. Expensive paintings lined walls riddled with bullet holes.“Where’s Viktor?” Maya shouted over the gunfire.Rizal reloaded his weapon. “Top floor. His office.”More guards approached. Rizal grabbed a flashbang, pulled the pin, and tossed it down the hallway.BOOM!The explosion of light and sound disoriented the enemies. Rizal and Maya advanced, taking them down before they could recover.A
Last Updated : 2025-03-08Cold-Blooded Barista Setting the Trap
The cold night air seeped through the cracks of the warehouse, mixing with the scent of blood and gunpowder. Rizal sat on an old crate, methodically reloading his gun. Across from him, Maya lay on a makeshift bed of torn blankets, her wound wrapped tightly with bandages. Her breathing was steady but weak.“You need rest,” Rizal said without looking up.Maya smirked. “And you need a plan.”Rizal didn’t argue. Viktor’s retaliation had come fast and brutal. Their safehouse was gone. Sergei was dead, but that was just a start. The real threat—Viktor—was still out there, and he wouldn’t stop until Rizal and Maya were both buried six feet under.Maya shifted slightly, wincing at the pain. “We hit his docks. He hit us back. What’s next?”Rizal leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “We take the fight to him.”She raised an eyebrow. “You mean walk straight into Viktor’s den?”Rizal smirked. “Not walk. Burn it to the ground.”The Ivory Club was one of the most exclusive spots in Jakarta. A front
Last Updated : 2025-03-08Cold-Blooded Barista Viktor’s Retaliation
The explosion at the shipping yard had sent a clear message, and Viktor Ivanov received it loud and clear. He stood in his dimly lit study, swirling a glass of vodka in one hand while his other clenched into a fist.Across from him, his right-hand man, Sergei, stood rigidly, his face tense. “The docks are gone. We lost the shipments, the money, and half our men.”Viktor exhaled sharply through his nose. “Rizal.”Sergei nodded. “Who else?”Viktor downed his drink in one gulp, then slammed the glass onto his desk. “Then it’s time we remind him who he’s dealing with.”He turned to another one of his men. “Send a team. Find him. Kill him.”Rizal wiped sweat from his brow as he checked his weapons. The docks were a success, but he knew Viktor wouldn’t just sit back and take the hit. He’d strike back—and soon.Maya paced nearby, scanning security feeds on her tablet. “We need to move. If Viktor’s half as smart as we think, he already knows where we are.”As if on cue, the lights flickered.
Last Updated : 2025-03-08Cold-Blooded Barista The Message
Roman’s breath was ragged, his forehead dripping with sweat as Rizal kept the gun pressed against his temple. The sound of chaos outside the private lounge barely registered in his mind—his focus was on the cold steel against his skin and the death staring him in the eye.Maya stood nearby, her gun trained on the door in case reinforcements arrived. “We don’t have much time,” she warned.Rizal tightened his grip on Roman’s collar. “Where is Viktor?”Roman smirked despite the pain. “You think you scare me? You’re just another dead man walking.”Rizal sighed. “Wrong answer.”CRACK!He slammed the butt of his gun into Roman’s ribs, making the Russian groan in pain.“I’m going to ask one more time,” Rizal said, his voice calm but deadly. “Where. Is. Viktor?”Roman coughed, spitting blood onto the floor. “You’re too late. Viktor already knows you’re coming.” He grinned, his teeth stained red. “He’s waiting.”Maya glanced at Rizal. “This is a waste of time. We need to move.”Rizal nodded, t
Last Updated : 2025-03-08Cold-Blooded Barista The Setup
The morning light crept through the dusty blinds, casting slanted beams across the wooden floor. Rizal sat on a worn-out chair, his gun resting on the table in front of him. Maya paced the room, her phone in hand, scrolling through intercepted messages."We have a lead," she finally said. "Viktor’s men are operating out of a club in Central Jakarta. High-end, private clientele, heavy security."Rizal exhaled. "Sounds like a trap."Maya smirked. "Obviously. But if we don’t move first, they will."Rizal cracked his knuckles. Then we make our move first.The bass from the speakers thumped through the walls, the air thick with cigarette smoke and expensive cologne. Club Nebula was where the rich and powerful played, and tonight, it was also the hunting ground.Rizal walked in, his black suit blending in with the high-end clientele. Maya followed a few steps behind, wearing a sleek red dress that turned heads as she moved. But neither of them was here for attention.Their target was sittin
Last Updated : 2025-03-07Cold-Blooded Barista Sundara
Rizal tightened his grip around his cup, staring into the dark liquid as if it held answers. His peace had lasted barely a few weeks, and now another storm was coming.Maya smirked, sipping her drink. “You don’t seem surprised.”“I stopped being surprised a long time ago.” Rizal’s voice was calm, but his mind was already moving fast. Who could be coming for him now?Maya tapped her fingers on the counter. “Let me guess. You thought killing Sundara was the end of it?”Rizal glanced at her. “You going to keep talking in riddles, or are you actually going to tell me something useful?”Maya chuckled. “Fine. Ever heard of a man called Viktor Ivanov?”Rizal’s expression darkened. Viktor Ivanov. The name wasn’t just familiar—it was infamous. A Russian arms dealer with connections across Asia, known for his brutality and zero tolerance for betrayal.And if Viktor was after him, that meant only one thing—Sundara had been working for him.Rizal and Maya walked side by side through the narrow st
Last Updated : 2025-03-07Cold-Blooded Barista After the Storm
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
Last Updated : 2025-03-07
