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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
Cold-Blooded Barista A Sticky Situation
The siren was getting closer. The smoke hadn't cleared. And Ucok? He was stuck behind a donut truck."Jal, I'm serious... these donuts are like calling my name!" Ucok whispered, clutching a box of donuts that had fallen from the truck.Rizal was ready to slam his foot on the gas pedal of their stolen car. "Ucok, one more second there, and you'll be topping on the asphalt."Nova crawled out from behind an overturned noodle cart. Maya pulled her, her face smudged with soot and blood."He's coming," Maya whispered, her voice faint, almost breaking. "Drako isn't giving up. He... brought more people."Ucok ran while biting into a donut. "OH MY GOD, THIS IS SO GOOD! Eh, I mean—OH MY GOD, RUN!!!"From the end of the alley, the sound of motorcycle engines grew louder, then four figures appeared. Not the police. Not Drako. But...Kaspar's men."Rizal!" Nova yelled. "We've been betrayed!"Rizal cursed under his breath. "That bastard Kaspar. He wants us dead here so he doesn't have to split the
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The Final Step Above Embers
The sound of shoe soles striking the underground concrete floor echoed like the relentless ticking of time. Thump. Thump. Thump. Rizal walked at the forefront, his body as taut as a violin string stretched to its breaking point. Behind him, Ucok, Nova, and Maya followed, each with a sharp gaze and faces etched with old wounds.Ucok, clutching the short firearm he had named "Little Trouble Maker," whispered softly, "Are you sure about this way, Zal? If this is a trap, we could end up as mafia shish kebab."Rizal didn't answer. But his eyes were fixed on the large metal door standing at the end of the corridor. Behind it, he believed, lay the truth. And perhaps blood.Nova, with his characteristic nonchalant style, said, "If this is the end, make sure I die in style. I don't want to perish in an ugly pose."Maya patted his shoulder. "Relax, I'll make sure you look like a criminal magazine model."Ucok grinned. "'The Last Woman Laughing at Hell.' Suits you."The door wasn't locked. Rizal
Crazy Clash in the Underground Hell
Darkness enveloped the room.Nova gripped her pistol tightly, her heart pounding wildly in her ears."The lights are flickering like they can't decide if they want to live or die," Ucok whispered behind Nova. "Is this a mafia bunker or a haunted house?""Focus, Cok!" Rizal replied in a low voice.Suddenly—small flashlights from the enemies' helmets flickered on one by one, like demonic eyes appearing all around them."Just say it's zombie cosplay," Ucok hissed, cocking his pistol.Nova moved first. She ducked and fired accurately at one helmet—thwack—the light went out along with a short scream. Instantly, a hail of bullets returned fire.The three of them scattered. Gunshots echoed wildly in the darkness. Muzzle flashes illuminated fleeting glimpses of hate-filled faces.Ucok rolled on the floor, seeking cover behind a cracked concrete pillar."I swear, Rizal, after this we're opening a satay business. This job is too heart-stopping!" Ucok yelled while firing blindly."If it's satay,
The Blood War Above Jakarta
The whirring of helicopters shook the Jakarta night. Under the dim moonlight, Nova, Rizal, and Ucok looked up, holding their breath. The figure in the helicopter was no ordinary threat. It was Dimas Arta—their former ally who had disappeared during the big clash at the harbor. Now, he stood on the enemy's side.Nova clenched her fist. "I have to end this now."Without a word, Dimas jumped down using a cable from the helicopter, landing with precision on the wet asphalt. His right hand held an automatic rifle, his left hand pointed at Nova as if challenging her to a duel."Dare to face me, Nova!" Dimas shouted, his voice loud enough to overcome the roar of the helicopter propellers.Ucok gritted his teeth. "Let me finish him, Nova."Nova raised her hand, stopping Ucok. "This is my business."The humid Jakarta air felt even heavier. Everything seemed to stop. Even the remnants of the Black Order's men who had attacked earlier now stood in a circle, watching the bloody duel that was abou
Blood Oath on the Streets
Amid the downpour that blurred his vision, Nova stared straight ahead. His mind fixated on one thing he had never imagined – his older brother, whom he believed had died in the Black Order's attack years ago, was alive and part of the organization that controlled fear in Jakarta."This can't be happening. I have to know why he's doing this," Nova muttered to himself, feeling confused and angry.With determined steps, he moved through the crowd, following a trail that would uncover all the secrets.However, he knew that each step also meant danger drawing closer. The enemy would not let them proceed so easily.The night deepened in Jakarta, the streets began to empty, with only the roar of vehicle engines and the soft patter of rain audible. Nova's car sped along the wet road, creating ripples of water behind it. Inside the car, Rizal sat beside him, his gaze blank, as if unsure what to say."So... the older brother is still alive? Why is he here?" Rizal finally asked, breaking the sil
Fire in the Dark of the Black Order
Darkness.Nova's breathing was heavy. She gripped her pistol tightly, hearing footsteps thudding around them.Ucok nudged Rizal's shoulder. "Bro, this is like a test of courage. But the difference is... the ghosts here carry AK-47s."Rizal took a long breath. "Dude... I haven't paid my warteg debt yet, bro."Nova's voice hardened. "Focus! They're coming."A shot rang out from the shadows. The bullet whizzed past, almost kissing Ucok's cheek.Ucok jumped behind a stack of crates. "HEY! This isn't an airsoft gun, you know!"Nova moved quickly. She switched on the small flashlight attached to her pistol, briefly cutting through the darkness—enough to see the silhouettes of four masked men.Without hesitation, Nova pulled the trigger.BANG! BANG!One man fell, the rest scattered.Rizal followed up by throwing a gas pipe at the enemy. One of them fell with a satisfying thunk!Ucok spun around, two pistols dancing in his hands. Every sound of footsteps was met with the sound of bullets."If
Blood Spilled in Pasar Senen
Ucok, Nova, and Rizal had just set foot in Jakarta. The hot air mixed with the smell of exhaust fumes greeted them at Pasar Senen station.Ucok fanned his jacket, wincing. "Jakarta... a place where you can get cilok, pickpockets, and the possibility of death in one step."Rizal looked at Nova, who had been pale since the airport. "Are you sure you want to meet Lukas Arjuna? Your own father?"Nova nodded slightly. "If he is indeed the one behind all this chaos... I will take his life myself."Ucok whistled softly. "Happy little family..."They walked through the narrow alleys of Pasar Senen. In the middle of the crowd, Lukas's eyes were already waiting.A becak stopped abruptly in front of them. Three men with tattooed, burn-scarred skin emerged.Nova reached for the pistol behind her hoodie.Ucok raised his hand. "Easy. This is Jakarta. Sometimes becaks are indeed filled with gangsters."Without further ado, a fight erupted.Ucok threw his sandal at the head of one thug. Nova kicked a
The Last Bullet in Denpasar
Ucok stood frozen in front of Kuta Square, Denpasar. The sunlight reflected off the black shades hanging on his face. But the eyes behind them were full of unease. Behind him, Nova dragged a suitcase. Not a tourist suitcase, but a case full of weapons."Two days in Bali, and all we've stepped on is hot asphalt and other people's blood," muttered Nova."Yeah... welcome to the dark side of paradise," Ucok replied, sipping melted coconut ice that now tasted like warm coconut water.Rizal approached from the right, his white shirt stained with dried blood. "We got info. Final target: Don Nino. Location: a villa in Jimbaran. But there's one problem.""Don't tell me... another traitor?" Ucok asked, unzipping his jacket full of bullets.Rizal shook his head. "The problem is... we only have one bullet left."Ucok froze. "One bullet? For Don Nino? The guy surrounded by bodyguards like ants on sugar?"Nova stared sharply. "That's why we have to make that bullet count."Don Nino's villa didn’t l
Blood Hunt in Jakarta
When the sky over Jakarta turns red, and blood flows faster than the rain… then it’s not an ordinary night.The city that never sleeps was louder than usual tonight. Above ground, traffic was still jammed. Beneath it—under the shadows of concrete flyovers and old war bunkers repurposed into mafia lairs—human breath was measured in seconds. In a narrow corridor that reeked of tobacco and dried blood, four silhouettes ran. Rizal led, silenced pistol in hand. Behind him: Nova, Maya, and Ucok.“Kaspar is completely insane,” muttered Rizal as he kicked open a metal door. “He built a base under Jakarta? Seriously?”“If he opened a warteg down here too, I wouldn’t be surprised,” Ucok panted. “Except his warteg probably serves bombs.”The door opened. A thick mist greeted them. The hum of an old machine echoed in the distance, like a sleeping giant snoring.“Heat sensors activated,” said Nova, pressing a button on her digital glove. “One... two… ten heat signatures. Slow movement. Likely merc
Digital Hell on Komodo Island
Rizal stared at the old monitor screen inside their emergency headquarters in Jakarta. On the screen, a satellite image of Komodo Island displayed a flashing red light at its center. In the top right corner: a blinking logo read "SIGMA CORE - CLASSIFIED - PROTOCOL RED-OMEGA".Ucok stood behind him, munching on spicy chips while reading a mission report."Bro, is this for real? Komodo Island isn't just about komodo dragons? Now there's a digital hell server there?"Nova retorted, polishing her folding knife. "If it's true, they're not just hiding data... they're controlling digital weapon systems from that location."Maya turned on the projector: a world map appeared, with red lines converging on a central point: Komodo Island."All cyberattack routes in recent weeks—from the digital economic riots in Europe to the NATO drone shutdown—originated from here."Rizal smirked faintly."Time for us to take a vacation... to hell."The team landed at midnight via speedboat. The sky was black.