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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
Cold-Blooded Barista Shadow of Death
Darkness.Silence.The air in the room felt heavier, as if something invisible was pressing down on their chests. Every breath they took felt like a final whisper before death came knocking.Ucok slowly raised his gun, swallowing hard. "I hate horror movies. And this is starting to feel like one."Maya held her breath, gripping Diana's hand even tighter. "Who is that?"From within the darkness, footsteps echoed, getting closer. Slow. Heavy. Like something in no rush—because it knew its prey had nowhere to run.Then, a deep, authoritative voice broke the silence."Good evening… uninvited guests."The room’s lights flickered back on—but not the usual cold white light. This time, a pulsing red glow bathed the concrete walls, making the place feel like hell itself.In front of them stood a tall man in a black suit, one that looked more expensive than their lives.His slicked-back hair was perfectly in place. His face was calm, but his eyes carried a threat sharper than the knife Ren had j
Cold-Blooded Barista Bang Togar
Silence.The pistol in Rizal’s hand pressed deeper against the man’s temple. Their breaths intertwined, each measuring the other’s next move.Ucok gritted his teeth. “What name did you just say?”Maya glanced at Rizal, anxiety flickering in her eyes. “Bang Togar? Who is he?”The man in the black suit kept smiling—a smile of someone who knew things others didn’t. A smile of someone who wasn’t afraid to die.Rizal swallowed hard. His grip on the gun remained firm, but his expression shifted.“Where did you hear that name?”The man chuckled softly, as if the question amused him. “Did you really think Bang Togar would let someone like you just disappear?”Ucok looked at Rizal, confusion written all over his face. “You had business with him?”Rizal said nothing. Too quiet.And that was enough of an answer.Ren raised an eyebrow, his gaze piercing through Rizal. “So… this isn’t just a regular mission for you?”Still, Rizal didn’t answer.His mind had already drifted back—to streets darker t
Cold-Blooded Barista Endless Road
Tension hung heavy in the air, the man's words a dagger poised at their throats.Tension hung heavy in the air, the man's words a dagger poised at their throats."And because you all... are his new family."Ucok swallowed hard. "Wait, you mean..."The man smirked. "Bang Togar doesn't just want Rizal. He wants all of you."Ren glared at the man, then turned to Rizal. "Since when did we become merchandise?"Maya clenched her fists. "And why are we just finding out about this now?"Ucok threw his hands up, a half-panicked expression on his face. "More importantly... why am I on the list? I'm just a nobody, man! I just like to talk a lot!"The man chuckled. "Bang Togar needs more than just soldiers. He needs smart minds, quick hands, and..." His eyes scanned Ucok from head to toe. "Someone who can talk at the right time."Ucok paused, then raised an eyebrow. "Okay, that's actually pretty cool. But still, I don't want to be on the list of people who die first!"Maya slammed her hand on the
Cold-Blooded Barista The Way Home
Bang Togar stood under the dim streetlamp, his gray suit shimmering in the moonlight.His gaze was sharp, calculating. He wasn't in a hurry, didn't look angry.On the contrary—he was smiling.Ucok clutched his left chest. "My heart's acting up, this is definitely a panic attack."Ren clicked his tongue. "Better a panic attack than a bullet attack."Maya tightened her grip on Diana's shoulder, who was still too weak to stand straight. "We can't stay here."Rizal didn't answer. His eyes were locked on Bang Togar's figure, who was getting closer.Behind the man, his men spread out, forming a semicircle, blocking any escape.There was no way out.And Rizal knew—this wasn't just a regular meeting.Maya felt cold sweat trickle down her neck.Not from fear.But because Diana was shivering.Her sister gripped her arm tightly. Her breathing was short and rapid, as if fighting something unseen.Maya looked down. "Diana, hold on a little longer, okay?"Diana opened her eyes slowly, looking at Ma
Cold-Blooded Barista Blood Under Streetlights
Ucok felt his chest like it had been hammered by a sledgehammer.Someone had been shot.And for a split second, the world seemed to stop spinning.The air was thick with the smell of gunpowder. The reflection of the streetlights on the wet asphalt looked like blood that had already pooled before it actually flowed.Ucok turned to his right.Ren was still standing.Maya was stunned, her eyes wide.Diana slumped to the ground, but not from a gunshot—just because her body was too weak.Then... he saw him.Rizal stood stiffly.Blood dripped from his left arm.Not a fatal wound.But enough to give a warning.Bang Togar blew smoke from his pistol. "I'm just underlining my words."Ucok blinked. "YOU SHOT HIS ARM JUST TO—?!?!"Ren pulled him back before he could say more.Rizal clenched his fist, bearing the pain with his jaw clenched. "If this is how you 'emphasize' something, I'd rather be deaf."Bang Togar gave a small smile. "I need you to realize. This isn't a negotiation."The air grew
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Blood, DNA, and Past Sins
Rizal stared at the face. A face he had only ever seen in his mother's old photographs, hidden in a dusty album—a man with a sharp gaze, a strong jawline, and a small scar above his right eyebrow.“Impossible…”The Architect, the man he had just tried to kill, the man who had hunted them all the way to Komodo Island, the man who had nearly razed Tokyo to the ground—stood before him and called him:“My son.”Nova spun around, aiming her pistol. “Zal, he’s lying!”Rizal didn’t move. His eyes didn’t blink. “What… did you just say?”The Architect walked slowly towards him, hands open as if asking for an embrace, even though his body radiated the aura of a world-class killer.“I didn’t leave your mother because I was weak. I left because I had to build something… power. This world can’t be fixed with morals, Rizal. This world must be controlled.”“By killing millions of people?”“By saving billions more from chaos.”Rizal raised his weapon. His hand trembled. His voice was hoarse.“You’re
Yakuza Shadows and Tokyo Whispers
The old helicopter rattled violently across the Japanese sky. The rotors shrieked, the fuel was low, and the Tokyo wind was unforgiving. But that wasn't what made Rizal grip the back of his seat so tightly—it was the information Maya had just confirmed from the flash drive of their latest heist:“SARKA’s central headquarters are directly beneath the Shinjuku district, disguised as an underground jazz club. But it’s actually the control center for their global network.”Ucok peered out the window. “I can’t believe it. We just got out of a tropical hell, now we’re going into… a metropolitan hell?”Nova cocked her weapon, the right side of her cheek still bearing a scratch from the shootout on Komodo Island. “We’re not going to Tokyo for sushi. We’re going there for war.”Rizal only nodded slowly. His face was no longer the same—there was a burning fire in his eyes, as if he knew that what they were about to face… wasn’t just armed enemies, but a criminal legacy decades in the making: th
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