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Cold-Blooded Barista Return to Bangkok
The city hadn’t changed. The neon lights still bathed the streets in a chaotic glow, and the air was thick with the scent of street food, gasoline, and rain-soaked concrete.Rizal stepped out of the black sedan, his jaw set. Behind him, Ucok, Leonard, and Damar followed closely.“So, where do we go first?” Ucok asked, his hands in his jacket pockets.Rizal stared at a tall building in the distance. “Adrian’s safe house.”Damar checked the map on his phone. “It’s in the old district, near the docks. If Adrian is really alive, this is where he’d be hiding.”Leonard nodded. “Then let’s not waste time.”They started moving.The building had been abandoned for years. Broken windows, peeling paint, and the damp air carried a metallic scent.Rizal felt déjà vu. Six years ago, this place had been his final battleground with Adrian.Ucok turned on a flashlight. “Bro, you sure he’s here?”Rizal nodded. “If he’s alive, he’ll come back here.”Their footsteps echoed as they moved deeper. The floor
Cold-Blooded Barista Blood in the Rain
The rain had started falling, washing away the scent of gunpowder but not the tension in the air. Rizal’s body screamed in pain, but he forced himself to keep moving.Adrian stumbled beside him, barely conscious. Ucok and Damar flanked them, scanning the dark alley for threats. Leonard covered the rear, his gun still smoking.They had escaped—barely.Ucok panted. “Bang, where do we go now?”Rizal wiped blood from his temple. “We need a safe place.”Damar checked his phone. “There’s an abandoned warehouse nearby. Five minutes on foot.”Leonard nodded. “Move. Now.”They hurried through the maze of alleys, their footsteps echoing against the wet pavement.The warehouse was dark, silent except for the distant hum of the city. Rizal kicked the door open and ushered everyone inside.Damar locked the entrance. “We’re safe for now.”Adrian collapsed against a crate, groaning. His face was pale from blood loss.Ucok pulled out a med kit. “I got this.”Rizal crouched beside Adrian. “Who kidnapp
Cold-Blooded Barista After the Storm
The city was quiet now. The gunfire had stopped, the fires were dying down, and the rain was washing away the blood on the streets. Rizal sat on a crate, pressing a cloth against his wounded shoulder. His body ached, but the weight on his chest felt lighter than ever. It was over.Ucok handed him a bottle of water. “Bro, did we win?”Rizal smirked, taking a sip. “We’re alive. That’s enough.”Damar checked on Adrian, who was still recovering in the corner. “This kid is strong.”Leonard leaned against the wall, looking at the body bag in the center of the room. “Sundara’s dead, but he was right. This doesn’t end here.”Rizal nodded. He knew the truth. Killing Sundara didn’t erase the enemies they had made along the way. There would always be someone waiting in the shadows.The team had split up, agreeing to lay low for a while. Leonard disappeared without a word. Damar booked a flight to Jakarta. Ucok planned to head back to Medan.Before leaving, Ucok patted Rizal’s shoulder. “I’m head
Cold-Blooded Barista Sundara
Rizal tightened his grip around his cup, staring into the dark liquid as if it held answers. His peace had lasted barely a few weeks, and now another storm was coming.Maya smirked, sipping her drink. “You don’t seem surprised.”“I stopped being surprised a long time ago.” Rizal’s voice was calm, but his mind was already moving fast. Who could be coming for him now?Maya tapped her fingers on the counter. “Let me guess. You thought killing Sundara was the end of it?”Rizal glanced at her. “You going to keep talking in riddles, or are you actually going to tell me something useful?”Maya chuckled. “Fine. Ever heard of a man called Viktor Ivanov?”Rizal’s expression darkened. Viktor Ivanov. The name wasn’t just familiar—it was infamous. A Russian arms dealer with connections across Asia, known for his brutality and zero tolerance for betrayal.And if Viktor was after him, that meant only one thing—Sundara had been working for him.Rizal and Maya walked side by side through the narrow st
Cold-Blooded Barista The Setup
The morning light crept through the dusty blinds, casting slanted beams across the wooden floor. Rizal sat on a worn-out chair, his gun resting on the table in front of him. Maya paced the room, her phone in hand, scrolling through intercepted messages."We have a lead," she finally said. "Viktor’s men are operating out of a club in Central Jakarta. High-end, private clientele, heavy security."Rizal exhaled. "Sounds like a trap."Maya smirked. "Obviously. But if we don’t move first, they will."Rizal cracked his knuckles. Then we make our move first.The bass from the speakers thumped through the walls, the air thick with cigarette smoke and expensive cologne. Club Nebula was where the rich and powerful played, and tonight, it was also the hunting ground.Rizal walked in, his black suit blending in with the high-end clientele. Maya followed a few steps behind, wearing a sleek red dress that turned heads as she moved. But neither of them was here for attention.Their target was sittin
Cold-Blooded Barista The Message
Roman’s breath was ragged, his forehead dripping with sweat as Rizal kept the gun pressed against his temple. The sound of chaos outside the private lounge barely registered in his mind—his focus was on the cold steel against his skin and the death staring him in the eye.Maya stood nearby, her gun trained on the door in case reinforcements arrived. “We don’t have much time,” she warned.Rizal tightened his grip on Roman’s collar. “Where is Viktor?”Roman smirked despite the pain. “You think you scare me? You’re just another dead man walking.”Rizal sighed. “Wrong answer.”CRACK!He slammed the butt of his gun into Roman’s ribs, making the Russian groan in pain.“I’m going to ask one more time,” Rizal said, his voice calm but deadly. “Where. Is. Viktor?”Roman coughed, spitting blood onto the floor. “You’re too late. Viktor already knows you’re coming.” He grinned, his teeth stained red. “He’s waiting.”Maya glanced at Rizal. “This is a waste of time. We need to move.”Rizal nodded, t
Cold-Blooded Barista Viktor’s Retaliation
The explosion at the shipping yard had sent a clear message, and Viktor Ivanov received it loud and clear. He stood in his dimly lit study, swirling a glass of vodka in one hand while his other clenched into a fist.Across from him, his right-hand man, Sergei, stood rigidly, his face tense. “The docks are gone. We lost the shipments, the money, and half our men.”Viktor exhaled sharply through his nose. “Rizal.”Sergei nodded. “Who else?”Viktor downed his drink in one gulp, then slammed the glass onto his desk. “Then it’s time we remind him who he’s dealing with.”He turned to another one of his men. “Send a team. Find him. Kill him.”Rizal wiped sweat from his brow as he checked his weapons. The docks were a success, but he knew Viktor wouldn’t just sit back and take the hit. He’d strike back—and soon.Maya paced nearby, scanning security feeds on her tablet. “We need to move. If Viktor’s half as smart as we think, he already knows where we are.”As if on cue, the lights flickered.
Cold-Blooded Barista Setting the Trap
The cold night air seeped through the cracks of the warehouse, mixing with the scent of blood and gunpowder. Rizal sat on an old crate, methodically reloading his gun. Across from him, Maya lay on a makeshift bed of torn blankets, her wound wrapped tightly with bandages. Her breathing was steady but weak.“You need rest,” Rizal said without looking up.Maya smirked. “And you need a plan.”Rizal didn’t argue. Viktor’s retaliation had come fast and brutal. Their safehouse was gone. Sergei was dead, but that was just a start. The real threat—Viktor—was still out there, and he wouldn’t stop until Rizal and Maya were both buried six feet under.Maya shifted slightly, wincing at the pain. “We hit his docks. He hit us back. What’s next?”Rizal leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “We take the fight to him.”She raised an eyebrow. “You mean walk straight into Viktor’s den?”Rizal smirked. “Not walk. Burn it to the ground.”The Ivory Club was one of the most exclusive spots in Jakarta. A front
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Crazy Srategy
Ucok was still holding his head, trying to process the fact that they had just broken into a mafia hideout. Meanwhile, Rizal was reading the list of names they had found, his eyebrows furrowed.“So, what’s the next step?” Fikri asked.Maya leaned against the wall. “We need a strategy. They’ll know there was an intruder once they realize this document is missing.”Ucok raised his hand. “I have an idea.”Rizal eyed him suspiciously. “If your idea involves martabak again, I’m not interested.”Ucok shook his head. “No, this is serious. We go back to the café and set a trap. Let them come to us.”Fikri squinted. “And how do we win if they come fully armed?”Ucok patted his chest. “Relax, I have a brilliant plan!”Maya scoffed. “Your ‘brilliant’ plans usually just bring more trouble.”Ucok grinned. “Just hear me out! We pretend to surrender, hand them the document, and then—”BANG!The sound of a door slamming came from outside. They all exchanged glances before Rizal whispered, “We need to
Trouble Arrives
Rizal was fiddling with his phone, searching for information about the group that was watching them. Maya sat with her arms crossed, while Fikri paced back and forth, looking stressed.Suddenly, the café door swung open violently.BANG!Ucok entered in style, wearing a leather jacket and sunglasses. Unfortunately, his foot caught on the carpet, and—THUD!He tumbled to the floor in a bizarre position, his legs stuck in a chair while his hands still clutched a plastic bag filled with martabak.“Ouch, man… Why is the world so cruel to me?” he groaned, still lying face down.Rizal, Maya, and Fikri just stared at him.Fikri whispered, “We’re in the middle of a serious crisis, trying to avoid getting killed, and this guy turns it into a circus.”Ucok quickly got up, sitting down in a mafia-like pose. “Don’t underestimate me, bro. I didn’t just come here to bring martabak. I came with information!”Maya raised an eyebrow. “Seriously?”Ucok nodded confidently. “Yeah. I heard there’s a new gr
A New Shadow
A single lamp illuminated the large mahogany desk, casting long shadows across the dimly lit office. The man sitting behind it leaned forward, fingers interlocked, as he stared at the phone that had just gone silent.Johan was dead.He took a deep breath, his expression unreadable. His men stood silently around the room, waiting for his response.After a long pause, he finally spoke.“Prepare everything,” he said in a calm yet commanding tone.His right-hand man, a lean figure with slicked-back hair, nodded. “Do you want us to hunt them down?”The man chuckled, shaking his head. “No rush. Let them think they’ve won.”A lighter flicked open with a soft click, and the end of his cigar glowed red as he inhaled deeply. Smoke curled around him like a ghostly veil.“They’ll soon realize,” he exhaled, “that every action has consequences.”The familiar aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air as Rizal stood behind the counter, tamping down espresso grounds with steady hands. Fikri sat at
The Final Countdown
The countdown remained frozen at 0:15, but the bomb was still active.Maya slammed her fist on the desk. “The system override isn’t enough! Someone has to disarm it manually!”Rizal turned to her. “Where’s the bomb?”Maya swallowed hard. “Basement level.”Fikri groaned. “Of course it’s in the basement.”More gunfire erupted from the hallway. The last of Johan’s guards were still fighting, but their numbers were thinning.“We don’t have time to fight our way down,” Rizal said. “We take the emergency shaft.”Maya nodded. “Let’s move!”Rizal pried open the steel doors. Below them, darkness stretched for several stories.Fikri peered inside. “No cable car. Guess we’re climbing.”Rizal smirked. “No. We’re dropping.”Before Fikri could argue, Rizal grabbed a zipline hook from the emergency kit and latched it to the cable.Maya’s eyes widened. “Please tell me you’ve done this before.”Rizal grinned. “Nope.”Then he jumped.WHIZZ!He zipped down into the darkness.Fikri shook his head. “That
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