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Cold-Blooded Barista The Mafia’s Counterattack
The air inside the café was thick with tension. Rizal placed the stolen document on the counter, staring at it like a ticking time bomb. The names listed inside could shake the entire underworld—if they survived long enough to use it.Maya checked the security cameras. “We’ve got about an hour before they come looking for us.”Ucok leaned back, sipping his iced coffee. “Perfect. That’s enough time for a power nap.”Fikri threw a coaster at him. “This is serious, Ucok!”Ucok dodged it easily. “I know! That’s why I need to be well-rested when we outsmart them.”Rizal sighed. “Alright, listen up. We have two choices: We can run and hide, or we can use this document to fight back.”Maya cracked her knuckles. “I say we fight.”Fikri rubbed his temples. “Fighting a mafia gang isn’t exactly my idea of a good time, but running forever isn’t an option either.”Ucok smirked. “Then we agree. Time to set a trap.”They split into two groups. Maya and Fikri went to spread false rumors about where t
Cold-Blooded Barista Inside the Warehouse
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
Cold-Blooded Barista Fire
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
Cold-Blooded Barista The Brother's Arrival
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
Cold-Blooded Barista The Shadow's Message
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
Cold-Blooded Barista Coffee and Bullets
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
Cold-Blooded Barista Certainty
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
Cold-Blooded Barista Rescue
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
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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
A Thousand Sins
In the mafia world, a name can be currency, or a curse. But for Ucok? That name triggered amnesia because he stumbled upon archives he shouldn't have opened.Ucok sat frozen. All sound seemed to vanish from the room. His breath was shallow, his heartbeat echoed in his own ears.THUMP-THUMP. THUMP-THUMP.Ucok clutched his head. Memory fragments surfaced… like broken film reels.Flashes of light. An old warehouse. Dusty shelves.A black book, handwritten in red ink:"List of Sins: Operation Sarka"And on the back cover—one name:"UCOK"FlashbackUcok had long hair back then. And, strangely, he was thin.He accidentally walked into a raid at the harbor while delivering food. His intention was just to deliver a special fried rice without onions, but he went through the wrong door.CREAK.He opened a nearly collapsed container, its contents not ordinary contraband. But old documents, VHS tapes, and a black suitcase containing that worn book.He managed to open it, reading while eating. The