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Cold-Blooded Barista Breaths in the Dark Corridor
BRAKK!The iron door slammed shut, trapping them in the suffocating, oil-scented darkness. Rizal stumbled forward, his heart pounding a frantic rhythm. Ren pressed herself against the wall, her hand trembling but firm around her open switchblade. Ucok, his face ashen, nearly slipped on the slick floor, muttering curses under his breath.DOR! DOR! DOR!Bullets slammed into the metal shelves around them, shattering glass bottles and cans of unknown contents. A stinging, chemical-metallic stench filled the air, making their eyes water. Damn, they were caught in another trap, and this one felt like a death sentence.Ucok crept behind a large wooden crate, his voice shaky. "Rizal, do you know what this place is?"Rizal scanned the room, his eyes darting across shelves laden with oil drums, unlabeled chemical bottles, and... oh, no. "It's a flammable materials warehouse," he whispered, his voice laced with despair.Ren understood immediately, her face pale. "One spark..."Ucok swallowed, hi
Cold-Blooded Barista The Face Behind the Shadow
CREEEAAK…The secret panel continued to move, revealing a figure stepping out from behind the shadows.Ucok bit his lip, holding his breath. "Alien, maybe, bro?"Ren glanced sharply at him. "You think this is a sci-fi movie?"Rizal remained silent. His eyes were fixed on the figure—a tall silhouette, his steps calm, as if he had mastered this place long before they arrived.The lights in the corridor flickered, creating a dramatic effect that almost made the atmosphere even more tense. Ucok huddled behind Ren, whispering, "If he suddenly opens his cloak and there's a white light shining from his body, I'm running first."Ren just sighed, but Rizal was still focused. There was something familiar about this person.And when the figure finally emerged fully into the light, Rizal's heart almost stopped."You've really made a mess here."That voice…Ren reflexively raised his pistol, but Rizal held his arm. "Don't."Ucok frowned. "What? You know him?"Rizal nodded slowly, his eyes unwaveri
Cold-Blooded Barista Footsteps in the Shadows
The night air seeped into the narrow alley they were traversing, carrying the scent of rust and dust that swirled under the flickering neon lights. Each step felt heavy, not just from fatigue, but also from the tightening tension.Ucok walked behind Rizal and Ren, occasionally wiping his sweaty nape. "Bro, I don't like places like this. It's like... like—""Like a scene in a cheap horror movie before the first person dies?" Ren cut in, expressionless.Ucok nodded quickly. "Exactly! And I don't want to be the first one."KREK!A sound from the distance made them stop in unison. Their breaths hitched, eyes fixed on the darkness at the end of the alley. The mysterious man raised his hand, signaling them to remain silent.ZZZT!A static sound from a small radio in their ear turned on."Team Delta, report. Movement in sector 7. Ensure no one escapes."Rizal clenched his jaw. They only had a few minutes before the hunters found them.The man nodded towards a metal door on the right. "This w
Cold-Blooded Barista Fade to Black
BZTT!The screen that had displayed "GAME OVER" in cold, digital letters suddenly went completely dark. The room, which had been faintly illuminated by the monitor's light, was now enveloped in pitch blackness."Damn it!" Rizal growled, his voice cutting through the sudden, oppressive silence. His hands moved quickly, groping across the rickety table, searching for anything that could be used as a makeshift weapon.Ucok, who had been standing like a statue, flinched as a strange buzzing sound came from an unseen corner of the room. "BZZZZT… CLICK!""Bro… what was that sound?" Ucok asked, his voice trembling, sounding higher than usual.Suddenly, DUARRR! A small explosion echoed from the dark corner. Orange sparks briefly illuminated the air, casting a pale glow on their ashen faces, framed by a suffocating tension.Ren reacted instantly, his instincts as someone accustomed to facing danger kicking in. "We have to get out of here, now!"The three of them rushed towards the door simulta
Cold-Blooded Barista Dark Corridor
"HAHAHAHAHA!"The laughter still echoed in the narrow corridor. It was clear, but the source... was empty.Ucok gripped Rizal's arm, his voice trembling. "Bro... if that's not a human, then what is it?"Ren slowly reached into his pocket—a small flashlight. With a slightly shaking hand, he shone the light forward."Screech—click!"The light illuminated the figure.A man. His body was tall, thin, with tattered clothes stained with dried blood. His head was tilted to one side, as if his neck had been broken. His eyes... were empty.And his wounded lips kept moving."HAHAHAHAHA!"But the sound of his laughter didn't match the movement of his mouth. It was like... a sound played from a recording.Ucok swallowed his saliva. "Bro, I'm sure this is a god-level horror movie."Rizal didn't answer. His eyes remained fixed on the figure, searching for signs of life.Ren whispered, "We retreat, slowly."They began to step back. But just then—"CREEEEAK."The door at the end of the corridor opened
Cold-Blooded Barista Echoes of Fear
"YOU WILL NEVER GET OUT OF HERE."The voice was hoarse, heavy, sounding like an old, worn-out recording.Ucok immediately took several steps back. "Bro, this is like one of those horror movies where no one survives the ending."Ren remained rooted to the spot. His gaze darted back and forth between the TV and Rizal, who stood beside him.Rizal himself?He was frozen. His eyes narrowed, fixed on the TV screen. It was indeed him—older, wearier, and more... desperate.Suddenly, the older version of Rizal on the screen moved his head slightly. As if aware they were watching him.Ucok swallowed hard. "Bro, does he... know we're here?""ZZZT... KRRZZT..."The image on the TV flickered. Then, the older Rizal's face suddenly zoomed in on the screen."RUN.""RUN NOW.""BEFORE THEY—""ZZZT—"The screen abruptly went black.The room fell silent.So silent, they could hear their own breaths.Ucok pinched his arm. "Okay, I'm waking up. This has to be a dream, right?"Ren turned to Rizal. "Bro, exp
Cold-Blooded Barista Labyrinth of Death
Maya squeezed her hands, her breath short and irregular. The darkness of the corridor in front of them felt like a gaping hell, ready to swallow anyone who stepped too far.Rizal took a deep breath, feeling the cold steel of the gun in his hand. “Diana must be inside. If they’re lying…”Ucok patted his shoulder. “If they’re lying, we’ll give them tickets to hell.”Ren, who had been silent all this time, lit his cigarette and inhaled deeply. “In that case, let’s make sure they don’t have time to lie again.”Without warning, they stepped into the dark room.The room they entered was not what they expected. There was no operating table, no smell of blood or sound of screams like in crime movies.Instead, the room was neat. Too neat.White neon lights flickered above them, reflecting strange shadows on the cold concrete floor. Steel shelves lined the walls, filled with archives, medicine bottles, and several unlabeled wooden crates.In the middle of the room, there was a single chair.And
Cold-Blooded Barista High Stakes
20… 19… 18…Those seconds stretched out, way longer than they had any right to be.Maya could feel her heart pounding a heavy rhythm, cold sweat trickling down her temples. Her hands were still clamped tight around Diana’s arm, whose body trembled weakly beside her.Ucok let out a string of curses. “I hate bombs! I HATE them!”Ren stayed cool, his eyes laser-focused on the tangle of wires coiled around the explosive. “If we panic, we’re dead. One tiny mistake, and we all get blown to bits.”Rizal aimed his gun at the guy in the black suit standing in front of them. “Quit playing games. Turn it off, now.”The guy gave a lopsided grin, like he was watching his favorite show. “And miss out on seeing you all squirm? What a shame.”15… 14… 13…Ucok’s grip on his gun tightened, his eyes burning with rage as he glared at their enemy. “You’d rather see us explode? Fine, but you’re coming with us to hell.”The guy still had that smirk, but this time there was something else in his eyes – a fli
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On Komodo Island
The screech of metal echoed as the automatic steel door slid open inside the secret bunker. Red light bathed the narrow hallway, leading Rizal, Nova, Ucok, and Maya deeper into the heart of the enemy's lair. They weren’t exactly sure where they were… until a digital sign on the wall lit up:“WELCOME TO KOMODO ISLAND – Global Digitalization Experiment Zone.”Ucok swallowed hard. “Bro… this ain’t a vacation, right? No one brought sunscreen?”Nova glanced over while readying her pistol. “All we brought were bullets and vengeance.”It turned out, SARKA had made this island their main base—behind the facade of tourism and natural beauty lay a digital hell where they stored data, weapons, and developed mind-control chips to dominate the global black market.Rizal glanced at a holographic screen displaying body temperature, emotions, and heart rates of every individual on the island. “They can tell who’s lying, who’s breathing too fast, even who secretly watches K-dramas.”Ucok broke into a
The Vertigo Agency
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
Jakarta Midnight
The explosion rattled the second floor of the dilapidated old building. Glass shards flew. The stench of gunpowder mingled with the musty aroma of old carpets and the sweat of armed men filled the air.Ucok was thrown backward, landing on a meeting table inexplicably still bearing sweet tea and donuts.“ARGH! Who put cockroach-flavored donuts here?!” Ucok yelled, wiping his face smeared with powdered sugar and dried blood.Across the room, Rizal knelt behind a pile of documents. His pistol was empty, and he fumbled in his vest pockets.“Nov! Reload!” he shouted.Nova tossed two magazines from behind a concrete pillar. “Come on, we can’t lose to these SARKA bastards!”Maya swiftly fired bullets, hitting one enemy shooter squarely in the helmet. TAP! TAP! The attacker’s body slammed onto the floor with a THUD!“Two more on the left! Light armor, aim for the thighs or neck!” she yelled.Ucok, who had only brought smoke grenades, shouted as he threw one, “A gift from big brother Ucok, lad
Bloody Revolution on Sudirman Street
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
Hell in South Jakarta
If you want to set hell on fire, make sure you’re not the first one to burn.At 2 AM, South Jakarta’s streets felt emptier than usual. But for Rizal and his team, this city was more than just skyscrapers and neon lights. It was their next battlefield.Hidden behind a steel door in the basement parking of a luxury apartment, SARKA’s central base stood in eerie silence. No signboard, no guards in uniform—just cameras, a retina scanner, and a Doberman with a gold collar standing guard in front of the elevator.Ucok stared at the dog. “Bro, this... this ain’t the human world anymore. That dog’s richer than me.”Maya flicked on the signal jammer. “If we get in, we’ve got ten minutes before full auto-lockdown kicks in.”Nova slid on her comms headset and gave Rizal a nod. “We go in. Silent. Fast. Brutal.”The elevator doors opened. A sterile mix of antiseptic and metal filled the air. Soft classical music played—Vivaldi’s Winter. A perfect contrast to the bloodbath awaiting them.On the 13t
The Last Bastion - Blood or Throne
R-Zero’s automatic rifle erupted like hellish fireworks. Bullets rained against the steel walls, scattering sparks. Rizal dropped to the side, pulling Nova behind a server rack.Ucok tumbled behind a support pillar. “Why does every damn enemy we face have a fetish for shooting first and never asking questions?!”Maya returned fire. “Because this ain’t a romance flick, Cok. This is the mafia world. The slow ones get buried alive.”Dust, the hum of machinery, the shrill scream of the alarm. Rizal’s heart pounded in sync with the bullets thudding around them. On the other side of the room, R-Zero advanced slowly, its weapon still hot.“Rizal!” Nova yelled. “If he reaches the control center, all our data’s gone!”Rizal didn’t answer. He already knew. The world they knew was about to crumble. SARKA would slaughter anyone who refused to bow to the new system: a merciless machine, led by a faceless puppet.He rose. Two steps forward. Staring down his twin—his own nightmare made flesh.“I kno
Second Hand, First Blood
The echo of the blast hadn't fully faded as smoke choked the corridor of the stronghold. Rizal’s body rolled sideways, yanking Maya from the debris. Dust, embers, and adrenaline mingled into one choking haze.Ucok coughed raggedly, “This… this ain’t no infiltration no more. This is a damn slaughterhouse!”Nova kicked at a buckled metal door, pistol raised and ready. “We gotta reach the core room. If he’s still breathing, we finish him. If not—we burn this whole damn place to the ground, foundation and all!”Rizal pushed himself to his feet. Blood streaked his face, but the sharpness had returned to his eyes.“It’s not about living or dying anymore. It’s about who gets to survive as ‘me’.”Heavy footsteps pounded down the hall. Thump! Thump! Thump!From the swirling smoke, the figure materialized. A build like Rizal, but bulkier, clad in a tactical vest, a face a roadmap of old scars—and a single, malevolent red eye. A killer’s optic implant.“My name isn’t Rizal,” it stated, the voice
Heir Project
If your blood has a price, then every heartbeat is a debt.The soft thud of leather shoes echoed on the underground concrete floor. Above them, the world seemed serene. But below? Like the dark womb of the criminal underworld, a place where sin was fragmented into documents, and betrayal was placed in test tubes.Rizal stood before a room bathed in a pale yellow light. Inside—archives, genetic codes, and old videos of human experiments. A CCTV camera in the corner of the room pointed downwards, watching them like a small god assessing who deserved to live, who deserved a silent burial.Ucok whispered, “Bro, this place is like a mafia incubator. We’ve snuck into the womb of a giant organization. But… doesn’t it smell like expired embalming fluid?”Nova stifled a laugh, but Maya was serious. “Look at this file: ‘Heir Alpha – Subject Data RZ-17’. That’s the code for Rizal.”Rizal swallowed. Behind the screen, his face was printed there, with the status: "Active - Under observation - High
A Thousand Sins
If blood could be washed clean, why do some still die from old stains?"Welcome to a new game, my friends."Ucok still remembered Kaspar's voice like a whisper from the grave. Cold. Full of promises of death.They left the clinic in the pre-dawn light that had yet to greet the city. Maya's pick-up truck sped towards Batu Ceper, to a place Rizal simply referred to as "the old laundry."Nova drove. Her face was tense. Rizal was silent, but his eyes were busy. As if replaying everything he knew. Everything he had just remembered."I don't like this place," Maya muttered.Ucok chimed in, still half-chewing on a lemper from a roadside stall near the clinic. "You never like places with history. Especially ones that smell like stolen fabric softener."Nova glanced in the rearview mirror. "We're not being followed. But I'm sure they know we're here."Rizal nodded. "That's why we have to be quick. Before they wash away the remnants of my past."The old shophouse looked deserted. Its sign was f