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Cold-Blooded Barista Fire and Fury
The explosion sent a shockwave through the airport, BOOM!—flames erupted, metal twisted, and debris rained down like deadly confetti. Rizal barely had time to react before a blast of heat washed over him.“Down!” he shouted.Ucok tackled Damar out of the way as a flaming piece of wreckage crashed onto the tarmac. Leonard shielded his face with his arm, eyes scanning for any sign of Adrian.Rizal pushed himself up, coughing against the thick black smoke. Adrian had to be here.Then he saw it—a shadow moving through the flames.Adrian Kusuma, slipping away like a phantom in the chaos.“Oh, no you don’t,” Rizal growled.Rizal sprinted after him, weaving through the wreckage. Adrian was fast, but Rizal was faster.Adrian ducked into a service tunnel beneath the airport. Rizal followed, gun drawn.The tunnel was dimly lit, the hum of machinery echoing off the walls. Water dripped from overhead pipes.Footsteps. Close.Then—WHOOSH!A knife whizzed past Rizal’s ear, embedding itself in the w
Cold-Blooded Barista A New Target
The metallic scent of blood mixed with the acrid smoke still lingering in the air. Rizal stared at Adrian’s lifeless body, his mind racing. He had spent years chasing this man, and now, just when he had him, someone else had taken the final shot.His grip tightened around his knife. Whoever did this wasn’t done yet.Leonard’s voice crackled through the earpiece. “Rizal! What’s your status?”Rizal exhaled sharply. “Adrian’s down. But not by my hand.”A pause. Then Ucok’s voice cut in. “Wait… what? Someone else got to him?”“Sniper. Precision shot. Professional.” Rizal scanned the rafters, but whoever was up there had already disappeared.Damar cursed. “Shit. That means someone wanted Adrian dead before we could get answers.”Leonard’s tone darkened. “And that means we just made ourselves the next targets.”The wail of sirens grew louder. The airport was in chaos, and soon, security would lock everything down.Rizal moved fast, checking Adrian’s pockets for anything useful. A phone. A s
Cold-Blooded Barista Shadows of the Past
Rizal stared at Reza Alatas with sharp eyes. That name… Ilya Novak. It had been years since he last heard it.Ucok glanced at him. "You know that guy?"Rizal didn't answer right away. His breath felt heavy. His heart was pounding faster than usual.Leonard noticed Rizal’s change in expression. "Who is he?"Reza Alatas smirked. "Oh, so you really don’t know? This is interesting."Ucok tapped the table. "Hurry up and explain before I lose my patience, Bang."Reza sighed and leaned back in his chair. "Ilya Novak isn’t just a hitman. He’s a ghost. No official records, no fingerprints, no clear face recognition. But one thing is certain—if he’s after you, you’re already dead. You just don’t know when yet."Ucok chuckled. "Damn, that’s scary. So we’re fighting a ghost now?"Damar, who had been silent, stared at his tablet screen. "I’m trying to find info… but it’s true. There’s almost no data on Ilya Novak."Rizal clenched his fists.He knew why.Because Ilya Novak was a shadow from his pas
Cold-Blooded Barista Duel in the Alley
Rizal’s grip tightened on his gun. The cold metal felt familiar, almost comforting. Across from him, Ilya Novak stood unfazed, his smirk barely fading.The rain had started falling.Drip.Drop.The alley was dimly lit by a flickering neon sign from a nearby shop. The air smelled of damp asphalt and gunpowder.Ucok whispered, "Bang, are we really doing this now?"Rizal didn’t answer. His eyes stayed locked on Ilya.Leonard muttered, "This guy… he’s different."Ilya chuckled. "You always had good instincts, Rizal. But instincts alone won’t save you tonight."SHINK!In a flash, Ilya drew a knife.Not just any knife. A karambit—curved, sharp, deadly.Ucok cursed, "Shit."Then—Ilya moved.Rizal barely dodged as the karambit sliced through the air.SWISH!The blade grazed his jacket, cutting clean through the fabric.Rizal countered—BANG!—but Ilya twisted his body, dodging the bullet with ease.He’s fast. Too fast.Leonard fired—BANG! BANG!—but Ilya flipped over a trash bin, using it as co
Cold-Blooded Barista Countdown to Chaos
The room was dimly lit, filled with the scent of cigarette smoke and stale coffee. Rizal sat in the corner, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the wooden table. His mind was elsewhere—still replaying the fight with Ilya Novak in the alley.He could still hear the sound of the rain, feel the rush of adrenaline, see Ilya’s smirk just before he disappeared into the shadows.Ucok dropped onto the couch. “Bang, kita harus ngomong soal ini.”Leonard exhaled, tossing a bullet casing onto the table. “That guy—he’s no ordinary hitman.”Damar nodded, still staring at his laptop screen. “I checked again. Ilya Novak is a ghost, but Sundara? That’s a different story.”Rizal’s gaze sharpened. “What do you have?”Damar turned his laptop toward them. A list of high-profile assassinations appeared on the screen—business tycoons, politicians, cartel leaders. All had one thing in common: they were killed by Sundara.Ucok whistled. “So, they’re not just a small-time gang.”“They’re an international oper
Cold-Blooded Barista Inferno
The bass from the nightclub’s speakers pulsed through the floor like a heartbeat, drowning the room in a hypnotic rhythm. Strobe lights flickered, illuminating waves of bodies moving to the music. The air smelled of sweat, alcohol, and cigarette smoke.Rizal adjusted his black leather jacket as he scanned the room. This wasn’t just any nightclub—it was a front for Sundara’s underground operations. If they were going to get answers, this was the place.Ucok leaned in. “Jadi, kita cari siapa, Bang?”Damar tapped his phone. “Target kita namanya Vano.”Leonard raised an eyebrow. “And who’s Vano?”“Middleman. He handles Sundara’s Jakarta operations. If anyone knows about Adrian, it’s him.”Rizal nodded. “Let’s move.”They split up.Leonard took the bar.Ucok blended with the crowd.Rizal walked straight toward the VIP section.His heart was steady. His mind was clear.But something felt off.And then—BOOM!A sudden explosion shook the building.Screams filled the club as people panicked,
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
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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