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Cold-Blooded Barista NO TURNING BACK
The black SUV screeched to a halt in front of an old warehouse. Rizal, Ucok, and Damar jumped out, their adrenaline still pumping from the gunfight at the hotel. The smell of rust and damp concrete filled the air. A few of Rizal’s men were already waiting, armed and alert."Did anyone follow us?" Rizal asked, scanning the area."No, we lost them on the highway," one of the men replied.Ucok let out a deep breath. "Good. That was too close."Damar walked toward the wooden crate in the center of the warehouse. "So what’s next, Zal? Adi won’t just sit back and let us walk away."Rizal smirked and pulled a folded blueprint from his jacket. "Exactly. That’s why we’re going to hit him before he hits us."Rizal spread the blueprint on top of the crate, revealing a detailed map of Adi’s operations."This is Adi’s main money source—his underground casino," Rizal pointed at a red-marked building. "It’s hidden under a nightclub downtown. Every week, millions flow through it. If we take it out, w
Cold-Blooded Barista THE LAST CUP
Rizal tightened his gloves as the car sped toward Adi’s hideout—a high-end restaurant that doubled as a meeting place for the city’s most dangerous criminals. The neon sign flickered above the entrance, reflecting off the rain-slicked pavement."Last chance to back out," Damar muttered, checking his gun.Ucok snorted. "Back out? This is the fun part."Rizal smirked. "Let’s give Adi a proper send-off."They pulled up to the restaurant. Two guards stood at the entrance, watching them closely.Ucok stepped out first. "We’re here to see Adi."One of the guards raised an eyebrow. "He’s not expecting you."Rizal stepped forward. "He will want to."The guard hesitated, then pressed an earpiece. A moment later, he nodded. "Fine. No weapons."Ucok chuckled. "Yeah, sure."He handed over his pistol—then swiftly grabbed the guard’s wrist and twisted.CRACK!The man screamed as his wrist snapped, but before he could react, Rizal elbowed him in the jaw—THUD!The other guard fumbled for his gun, bu
Cold-Blooded Barista The Final Roast
Inside his small café, Rizal stared at the steaming cup of black coffee on the table. The aroma was sharp, bitter, and slightly burning—much like his life at the moment. It had been a week since Adi’s death, yet instead of peace, a new wave of threats had begun to rise.Ucok walked in briskly, holding a crumpled piece of paper. "You need to see this, bro," he said, placing it on Rizal’s table.Rizal read it quickly. A short message from his informant: "He’s still alive. And he’s coming for you."Damar, who was sitting near the coffee machine, raised an eyebrow. "Who’s ‘he’?"Ucok let out a long sigh before answering, "Fajar."The name made Rizal fall silent. Fajar was Adi’s right-hand man, a ruthless enforcer who was thought to be dead after a raid. If he was still alive, it meant the fight wasn’t over."Are you sure this isn’t a trap?" Rizal asked, taking a sip of his coffee.Ucok shook his head. "This guy doesn’t play games. He’s already taken over some of Adi’s remaining men. And h
Cold-Blooded Barista A New Aroma in the City
Morning at Rizal’s café felt calmer than usual. After the fierce battle against Fajar, crime in the city seemed to have subsided. But in this world, peace was often just an illusion before a new storm arrived.Ucok sat at the bar, stirring his coffee while reading the newspaper. "Bro, did you know? Since Fajar fell, a lot of small gangs have started fighting over territory. They think this city is up for grabs without a ruler."Damar, who was sharpening a small knife, smirked. "That means there’s going to be trouble again."Rizal took a slow sip of his coffee. "There’s always trouble. But this time, we’re no longer the main players. We’re just baristas."Ucok chuckled. "Yeah, baristas who can kill people with a coffee spoon."Kling!The bell above the door rang. A stranger walked in, wearing a gray suit with confident steps. From the way he scanned the room, Rizal knew this man wasn’t an ordinary customer.The man sat at the front table, then locked eyes with Rizal. "Espresso. Black.
Cold-Blooded Barista An Offer Too Good to Refuse
After Rendra left, Rizal’s café returned to its usual quiet atmosphere. Only the sound of the espresso machine and light chatter from customers filled the room. But Rizal’s mind remained unsettled. That offer wasn’t just an ordinary job.Ucok tapped the counter. “Bro, I don’t like that guy.”Damar crossed his arms. “Me neither. He didn’t just come to offer a job. He definitely has another agenda.”Rizal sighed and picked up the business card Rendra had left behind. Santoso Security Agency. A name that sounded legitimate, but to Rizal, it was just a front for something deeper.Suddenly, police sirens echoed from the street in front of the café. Rizal glanced outside. Two patrol cars stopped across the road, and several officers got out, talking to someone in a narrow alley.Ucok peeked as well. “What now? This city never truly stays quiet, huh?”Damar grabbed a towel and started wiping the counter, though his eyes remained fixed on the scene. “If the cops are involved, it means somethi
Cold-Blooded Barista Shadows of the Past
Rizal slowly closed the folder. His eyes remained fixed on the photo inside. A familiar face. A face that once stood by his side—before everything turned into chaos.Rendra leaned back in his chair. "I know you recognize him."Rizal looked up, his expression unreadable. "I thought he was dead."Rendra gave a slight smirk. "A lot of people thought so."The man in the photo was Leonard Wijaya, one of the biggest masterminds in the city's underworld years ago. He was the brains behind numerous illegal operations, from arms dealing to high-end drug distribution. Rizal knew him well.Because once, they were brothers-in-arms.Back then, Rizal and Leonard worked under the same boss. They fought together, built networks, and protected each other. Until one day, Leonard betrayed everything they had built.And now, he was back."He won't stop until he gets what he wants," Rendra said. "And I'm sure he'll come looking for you too."Rizal remained silent, his fingers tapping lightly on the table.
Cold-Blooded Barista The Hunt Begins
Rizal walked out of the warehouse, his mind racing. The night air was thick with tension, and the distant hum of the city barely reached this abandoned part of town. He had just made a deal with the devil—Leonard. But if someone was targeting his people, he had no choice but to play the game again.As he reached his motorcycle, his phone buzzed.He hesitated before answering. “Who is this?”A distorted voice replied, “You have 24 hours to find me, Barista. Or your friend dies.”Rizal’s grip tightened around the phone. “Where is he?”The voice chuckled. “That would be too easy. Come and find me. I’ll be waiting at the place where everything ended.”The line went dead.Rizal clenched his jaw. The place where everything ended? There was only one place that fit that description.The old docks.Rizal rode straight to the café, where Damar was pacing nervously outside.“Where the hell have you been?” Damar demanded. “Ucok’s missing, and I’ve been getting weird calls all night!”Rizal parked
Cold-Blooded Barista Brewing Storm
The night had settled over the city, but Rizal’s mind refused to rest. Sitting in the dimly lit café, he stared at the cup of espresso in front of him, untouched. The bitter aroma mixed with the scent of rain that had started drizzling outside.Ucok sat across from him, nursing a bruised wrist. “Bro, you sure we should just let that bastard go?”“He won’t stay hidden for long,” Rizal muttered. “Reza’s not the type to give up. If he’s got bigger players backing him, we need to be ready.”Leonard leaned against the counter, arms crossed. “Then it’s time to start digging. We need to know who’s pulling the strings.”Damar walked in, shaking off his wet jacket. “I made some calls. Word on the street is, there’s been movement in the old districts—smuggling routes reopening, new faces in the game.”Ucok raised an eyebrow. “You mean Reza’s not the top dog?”“Far from it.” Damar sat down. “Someone’s been cleaning up the mess left behind when the old bosses disappeared. And guess what? They kno
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Storming the Lion’s Den
The city was quiet, but the tension in the air was suffocating. Rizal, Maya, and Fikri crouched behind a parked van near the entrance to Johan’s penthouse.“This place is locked down tight,” Maya whispered, eyeing the guards patrolling the perimeter.Fikri grinned, tossing a suppressed pistol between his hands. “Tight security means they’re scared.”Rizal scanned the building through a pair of binoculars. The top floors were lit. Johan was waiting.He exhaled. “We go in silent. No unnecessary firefights.”Fikri snorted. “I make no promises.”Rizal smirked. “Let’s move.”The trio moved swiftly, taking down two guards near the entrance without a sound. Rizal signaled Maya, and she hacked the security panel, shutting off the cameras for the lower floors.“We have ten minutes before backup systems kick in,” she whispered.Rizal nodded. “Let’s make them count.”They slipped inside, taking the stairs instead of the elevator.As soon as they stepped out of the stairwell, a bullet whizzed pas
Striking Back
Rizal's fingers flew across the keyboard, his eyes locked on Johan's financial records. Offshore accounts, shell companies, bribery transactions—everything was laid bare. He cracked a grin."This is it," he muttered.Maya and Fikri leaned in."What exactly are we looking at?" Maya asked."A roadmap to destroying Johan," Rizal replied. "His entire network relies on these funds. We bleed him dry, and he’s finished."Fikri chuckled. "I like the sound of that. But how?"Rizal tapped a few keys, opening a secure transaction system. "We siphon his money to charities, anonymous donations, and a few ghost accounts. He won’t be able to trace it back to us."Maya smirked. "Poetic justice. Stealing from a crime lord to help the people.""But we’ll need a distraction," Rizal added. "Something big."Fikri grinned and pulled a small C4 charge from his bag. "I thought you'd never ask."Johan stood by the window, looking over the city he controlled. His phone buzzed."Sir," a panicked voice came thro
Smoke and Shadows
The trio pulled into a rundown apartment complex on the outskirts of the city. It wasn’t glamorous, but it was secure. Rizal parked the car and exhaled slowly. The adrenaline rush was wearing off, leaving behind exhaustion and the stench of smoke.Fikri tossed his bag onto the couch. “Well, that went well.”Maya shot him a glare. “We almost died.”Fikri grinned. “Keyword: almost.”Rizal ignored their bickering and plugged the flash drive into his laptop. Lines of encrypted data scrolled across the screen. “Johan’s entire financial operation is on here,” he muttered.Maya peered over his shoulder. “Can you crack it?”Rizal smirked. “Who do you think you’re talking to?” He began typing furiously, bypassing layers of security. Within minutes, a spreadsheet appeared, revealing names, bank accounts, and offshore transactions.Fikri whistled. “That’s a lot of zeroes.”Maya frowned. “So what’s the plan? Leak this to the authorities?”Rizal shook his head. “No. We use it to bring Johan down o
No Rest for the Wicked
The motorcycle weaved through the dimly lit streets, dodging traffic as Rizal held on tightly. Maya sat behind him, gripping his waist, her breath still ragged from the adrenaline. The masked rider maneuvered with precision, cutting through alleyways and side streets until they finally stopped at an abandoned warehouse by the docks.VROOOOM… The engine died down.Rizal jumped off first, scanning their surroundings. “You gonna tell me who the hell you are?” he asked, turning toward the rider.The masked figure pulled off the helmet—revealing a familiar smirk.“Miss me, bro?”Rizal’s eyes widened. “Fikri?”Maya let out a breath of disbelief. “You’ve gotta be kidding me.”Fikri, Rizal’s old partner-in-crime, grinned. “Relax. I’m not a ghost. But I did just save your ass.”Rizal shook his head. “I thought you were in Singapore.”Fikri leaned against the bike, arms crossed. “Was. Until I heard Johan was making a move on you.” His expression darkened. “Figured you could use some backup.”Ma
The Great Escape
BANG! BANG!Rizal flipped the bar table and ducked as bullets tore through the polished wood, sending splinters flying. Johan’s guards were quick, but Rizal was quicker. He reached for the gun tucked behind his waistband and—BLAM!One shot, clean to the shoulder of the nearest thug. The man spun back, groaning in pain.Rizal didn’t wait. He grabbed a bottle of vodka from the counter and hurled it—CRASH!It shattered against another guard’s face, sending him stumbling. In the chaos, Rizal bolted for the exit.Johan, still gripping his phone, barked orders. “DON’T LET HIM GET AWAY!”Maya yanked out the flash drive the moment the upload hit 100%. She stuffed it into her pocket, turned—and froze.A shadow loomed over her.The guard she had knocked out earlier was stirring, his fingers curling around his gun.Shit.Maya lunged forward. She kicked the gun out of his hand and swung a server panel like a baseball bat.WHAM!The man hit the ground again, this time for good.With no time to w
Crashing the Party
The safe house was tucked away in a quiet corner of Jakarta, hidden behind an old auto repair shop. From the outside, it looked abandoned—just another forgotten piece of the city’s underbelly. Inside, however, it was a fully stocked operations center.Rizal flicked on the lights, revealing a cluttered room filled with maps, weapons, and surveillance monitors. Maya let out a low whistle."Not bad," she said, tossing her wet jacket onto a chair. "You always have a place like this ready?"Rizal smirked. "Occupational hazard."He moved to the main table, plugging the flash drive into a laptop. The screen flickered, revealing encrypted files.Maya leaned in. "What exactly are we looking at?"Rizal typed rapidly, bypassing the security. A list of names, locations, and financial transactions appeared."This is Johan’s operation," Rizal said. "Money laundering, smuggling, political bribes—you name it. Everything he’s done is in here."Maya frowned. "And you think this is enough to take him do
Firefight in the Warehouse
The dust hadn't even settled when Rizal burst through the ruined doorway, twin pistols blazing.BANG! BANG! BANG!The first thug dropped before he could even react, his body hitting the concrete floor with a dull thud. The others scrambled for cover, overturning crates and barrels, but Rizal was already moving, weaving between shadows like a phantom.Maya clenched her fists, still bound to the chair. The moment she saw Rizal, a mix of relief and adrenaline surged through her veins."You're late," she muttered.Rizal smirked, ducking behind a stack of wooden pallets. "Traffic."The remaining thugs opened fire. Bullets tore through crates, sending splinters flying. Rizal rolled forward, firing mid-movement—BANG! BANG!Another thug collapsed.The last man standing grabbed Maya, pressing the gun harder against her head."Enough!" he shouted. "Drop your weapons, or I swear I'll—"THWIP!A blade whizzed through the air.The thug froze, eyes wide. He let out a choked gasp as blood dripped f
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
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