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Cold-Blooded Barista Silent
The figure stood in the doorway, framed by the red glow of the still-flickering emergency alarm.His black suit was neat, but his neck… his neck had clearly been slashed. A gaping wound that wasn't bleeding, but looked fresh. His eyes were empty, but on his lips… a smile.Nova backed away slowly, her spine hitting the wall.“He… that’s Rian. I saw him die myself. I was the one—” Her voice caught. “I was the one who shot him. In the head.”Ucok immediately turned his head. “AHEM. Can I make a suggestion? If he was dead before, and now he’s alive, that means ZOMBIE, right?!”Maya raised her weapon. “This isn’t the time for jokes, Ucok.”Ucok held up his hands. “I’M NOT JOKING. Look at his NECK. This is already Resident Evil level, not GTA!”Rizal pushed Nova behind him. “Everyone back. Now.”But it was too late. Rian stepped inside, and two burly figures followed from behind. They wore masks—creepy masks with red lines crossed over the eyes.Ucok glanced at Maya. “If we all die here, I
Cold-Blooded Barista Eye
The eye blinked again.Ucok, who had just been mentally opening an Indomaret convenience store to escape his criminal life, now stood frozen. “Bro… the eye BLINKED. Not just alive, but like it’s challenging me to a staring contest!”Rizal moved closer, his eyes narrowing. “That’s not normal technology. This isn’t a camera. This is… biological.”Nova murmured, almost as if whispering a prayer, “I know that eye.”Ucok immediately jumped back. “DON’T TELL ME THAT’S RIAN’S EYE!”Nova shook her head slowly. “Worse than that.”Maya looked at her suspiciously. “Nova, we need honesty now. All this weirdness… Kaspar, Rian, this package. We have to know what’s really going on.”Nova looked at them one by one, then sat down slowly.“I once heard about experiments. A secret project from a shadowy group that even the criminal underworld was afraid to mention. They created hybrid technology… a mix of biotechnology and mind control.”Ucok slapped his forehead. “Okay, cool. Now we’re not just the maf
Cold-Blooded Barista Trust
The lights went out.Footsteps echoed.Ucok immediately dove behind an old lathe machine. "I DIDN'T SIGN UP FOR LIFE INSURANCE FOR THIS CHAPTER, HEY!"Nova, Maya, and Rizal instantly went into fighting stance. The sound of a creaking iron door came from behind, followed by heavy footsteps and the clinking of metal... the sound of combat boots.Five people entered. All armed. Black uniforms. No insignia. Faces as flat as if their holiday bonuses were rejected.And the one in front? Someone they never expected to appear so soon.Kaspar.In a long leather coat, a cigarette in his lips, and a cynical smile, he stood amidst the smoke, as if he had just descended from hell using the VIP elevator."The hide-and-seek is over, kids," he said. "Time for a serious talk. No codes. No tricks."Ucok whispered, "Seriously, this guy enters every room like he's filming a movie. Can't he ever use a normal door?"Kaspar stared sharply at Rizal. "You know, I wanted to believe you were just stupid. But no
Cold-Blooded Barista Don Asmara's Warehouse
“So, let me reiterate one more time…” Ucok looked at his three friends while wearing a construction helmet he’d somehow acquired, “…our plan is to infiltrate the most ruthless mafia boss’s warehouse in the north, steal a mysterious suitcase, and get out alive. No backup plan. No reinforcements. No snacks.”Nova sighed. “And no more corny jokes, please.”Ucok grinned proudly. “My jokes are precisely what’s keeping us sane in all this.”Rizal, who was fiddling with a small drone in his hands, stared at the old building in front of them. The warehouse stood like an iron monster, lurking. Surrounded by a high fence, surveillance cameras, and three pickup trucks guarded by armed men. Even from a distance, the place reeked of blood and extortion.“We don’t have much time. So we need to get in, grab the suitcase, and get out before they realize,” Rizal said, pressing a button—his drone began to fly low, scouting from above.Maya nodded. “If anything goes wrong…”“…we’ll pretend to be constru
Cold-Blooded Barista Explosion
BOOOOOM!!!Don Asmara's warehouse roof was thrown off like a serving hood tossed by an angry grandma. Flames licked the night sky, reflecting red shadows on the faces of Rizal, Nova, Maya, and Ucok, who were thrown sprawling from the explosion—and then landed on... a vegetable truck.Ucok shrieked, "WHY ARE THERE ALWAYS VEGETABLES IN CRUCIAL MOMENTS?!"Cabbages flew everywhere. Carrots hurtled towards Nova, who instinctively threw them back. Maya coughed, then lifted her head, "Rizal... you... you're insane."Rizal sat up, his face covered in celery leaves. "We're alive, right?"Ucok raised a hand full of spinach. "Technically, yes. In terms of self-esteem... it feels like it's passed away."In the distance, sirens wailed. The fire was still burning, but the building—and the briefcase—were destroyed.Mission accomplished.Or... so they thought.The vegetable truck actually belonged to Pak Rahmat, a cross-city fried spring roll delivery man, who, after yelling at the sight of his stowa
Cold-Blooded Barista Bullet Behind the Kiss.
"Don't move," a voice whispered from behind Nova. Cold. Close. Too close.Nova froze. Her breath hitched.Ucok, who was standing not far away, reflexively raised his hands. "If this is some kind of roleplay, please count me out. I'm just a martabak delivery guy."Rizal and Maya immediately drew their weapons, but it was too late. From the shadows, Vano appeared—with a thin smile and a gun in his hand. His clothes were black, his body thin but taut like steel wire. A gunshot wound scar on his chest was faintly visible beneath his shirt. But his eyes... they weren't ordinary human eyes."Long time no see, darling," he said, looking at Nova.Nova gritted her teeth. "You should be dead."Vano smirked. "And you should have forgotten me."Ucok whispered to Rizal, "Bro, this isn't a reunion, it's a bloody soap opera. Just waiting for the melancholic soundtrack."Vano moved closer, his weapon still aimed. "I'll give you two choices: come with me... or I kill your friends one by one."Rizal st
Cold-Blooded Barista The Man in the Safe
There are moments in life when you just know you shouldn't press that button.And Rizal had just gone and done it.The safe creaked open slowly, the sound of the metal groaning like a scream from the depths. A smell hit them – old metal and something sickly sweet, like old blood – strong enough ton make Ucok clutch his cooking pot like it was his own kid.Inside the safe… was a man.Bare-chested. Covered in scars. Chained up from his neck down to his ankles. His eyes were open – and they weren't just any eyes. They looked… like someone who'd died a hundred times but still refused to stay in the grave.Nova took a step back. "That... that's not normal."Ucok squinted. "Eh, don't tell me this is... Kaspar's ex who couldn't move on?"Rizal raised his gun. But the man didn't flinch. He just… stared at them.Calm.Too damn calm.Then… he smiled."Someone finally came. Send my regards to Kaspar… and tell him… hell isn't finished with him yet."Maya was trying to get the fingerprint scanner
Cold-Blooded Barista Caught Between Two Fires
The first bullet cracked like a short-fused firecracker on Judgment Day.Ucok instantly flattened himself behind a car that had seen more dents than his ex's self-esteem. “I’M NOT READY TO DIE! I JUST FOUND THE PERFECT MANGO JUICE AT THE MINI-MART!”Rizal, Nova, and Maya reacted with the ingrained reflexes of years spent navigating the criminal underworld. But this wasn't just your run-of-the-mill shootout. This was a top-tier mafia ambush.And amidst the hail of bullets and small explosions…Drako? He just stood there.Relaxed.Weaponless.Fearless.Looking like someone who’d just woken up from a not-so-great nap.“Moreno sends his clowns,” he stated, then casually strolled straight into the line of fire.Nova yelled, “He’s insane!”Ucok chimed in, “Well, duh! We’re still here with him, aren’t we? That’s a sign right there!”Drako moved like a vengeful ghost with a grudge against the world. One by one, Moreno Family members dropped – not from bullets, but from Drako’s bare hands, whi
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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
BLOOD OATH EMERGENCY
In a world where oaths of loyalty are sharper than stilettos, the deadliest decisions often take birth in hushed whispers. But Ucok? He had his own way of defusing tension – his booming baritone and a miraculously ever-present packet of instant noodles.CRACK! Lightning tore through the night sky. Ucok nearly dropped the spicy noodle soup he’d somehow smuggled in. Nova, already half-crouched behind damp-smelling burlap sacks, kept her eyes peeled, scanning every shadowy corner of the dilapidated warehouse.The leather-jacketed figure moved forward from the gloom. His shadow stretched long, dancing eerily across the cold concrete floor. His hand slipped inside the worn leather of his jacket, producing something utterly unexpected – not the glint of steel, not the silhouette of a grenade, but… an ivory invitation card.“Thought we were at a wedding, Boss?” Rizal quipped, his voice low but laced with sarcasm, from behind a stack of rusty oil drums.The man tossed the card onto the floor
THE ECHO OF SCARS
The car crawled along the narrow lane near the old harbor. The windows were sealed shut, the air inside feeling heavier than usual. In the rearview mirror, Nova saw the shadow of a dark sedan—still tailing them since the old district.“I’ve counted, it’s the third time it’s turned when we did,” Nova murmured, her eyes glued to the rearview mirror.SHUFFLE! Ucok, in the passenger seat, shifted restlessly. “That’s the third car since we ditched the warehouse. They’re not cops. But they’re not small fry either.”“Kairos?” Rizal asked from the back.“Could be. But if it is him, then he already knows all our routes,” Nova replied softly.Maya, in the back, her eyes sharp on the phone screen displaying a map. “We’re looping back to the old port road. If they’re still following, it’s no coincidence.”“Back then,” Nova said while driving, “every move of the big cartels always used codes. But Kairos... he uses symbols.”Ucok turned his head. “Symbols?”Nova nodded. “He sends warnings through o
Midnight Siege
Drip... drip... drip...The leaky pipe's water droplets echoed in the underground room, now a makeshift prison. The damp smell mixed with the clinic's failing perfume, unable to mask the scent of iron and sweat.Clack. Clack. Clack.Someone's footsteps approached, high heels hitting the floor like the relentless ticking of a countdown.Ucok sat leaning against the wall, his breath shallow. "If this is a dream, please wake me up with fried chicken."Nova glanced at Rizal, who was still staring at the dead screen where Kaspar's face had appeared moments before. "Bro... that voice earlier. Could it be...?"Rizal's fist clenched. "I don't know. But we have to get out of here before they—"BRAAAK!!The metal door burst open with a deafening slam. Two armed guards entered. Their rifles clicked ominously as they cocked them."Get up. Your time is up," one of them said in a flat tone.Ucok stood up with his hands raised. "Okay, okay, don't shoot. I'm still a virgin!"The guard frowned. "We do
Identity
Ucok stood staring at the cracked bathroom mirror. His eyes were red, not from crying, but from lack of sleep and an overdose of durian-flavored instant coffee that somehow still existed. Behind the door, Nova had knocked twice."Cok, what have you been doing in there? Don't tell me you're brushing your teeth with Three Legs toothpaste again.""This is important, Nov. I'm reflecting on life," Ucok replied, opening the door slowly while still looking at the mirror. "You know, sometimes... I'm suspicious of myself."Nova glanced down. "Are you wearing your underwear on the outside again?""Reflection, not superhero cosplay, lah!"In the living room, Maya, Rizal, and Nova spread out a digital map they got from Karim's flash drive. Data on money flow, weapon caches, and escape routes. Everything branched out to one name: SARKA."The only way into this organization... is through an insider," Maya said.Rizal chimed in, "And the only person who knows their communication methods... is the tr