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Cold-Blooded Barista The Final Hunt
The silence after the fight didn’t last long. Rizal knew they couldn’t waste a second. Leonard was still out there, and he wouldn’t sit still after losing his men.Maya reloaded her gun, her expression unreadable. "We need to move now. If we wait, Leonard will regroup."Ucok wiped the sweat off his forehead. "I hate to say this, but she’s right. I’d rather end this tonight than wake up tomorrow with a knife at my throat."Dinda was already on her laptop, hacking into the security cameras around the city. "Give me a few minutes. I’ll find him."Rizal took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the moment. They had been through so much—ambushes, betrayals, near-death encounters. But now, it was clear. This was the final stretch.A sudden notification popped up on Dinda’s screen. "Found him!"Everyone immediately gathered around."He’s at an abandoned shipyard near the docks. Looks like he brought reinforcements." Dinda zoomed in on the footage. Several black SUVs were parked near a massiv
Cold-Blooded Barista Duel
The night air at the shipyard was filled with the sound of footsteps and the clanking of metal. Rizal and his team moved swiftly, weaving through the narrow passageways between towering, rusted containers. They knew this was the endgame. There would be no second chances.Maya tucked her gun into her back holster and tightened her gloves. “So, are we going in quietly or just crashing the party?”Ucok, as usual, chuckled. “You know I always prefer loud.”Dinda’s voice came through their earpieces. “I’ve hacked into their security system. There are about eight men inside the main building, not including Leonard. Be careful.”Rizal nodded. “Alright. We go in from two directions. Ucok and I will take the front, Maya goes through the roof.”Without another word, they split up.Leonard stood before a wooden table cluttered with maps and documents, his expression calm despite the growing anxiety among his men.“Boss, they’re inside,” one of his men reported.Leonard only smirked. “Let them com
Cold-Blooded Barista Fire in the Darkness
The clang of bullets hitting old metal echoed through the warehouse. Rizal and Ucok took cover behind a stack of wooden crates, their edges worn and rotting with age. The damp scent of wood mixed with machine oil and the acrid stench of gunpowder filled the air.At the top of a rusted iron staircase, Leonard stood calmly. A sly smirk curled on his lips as he casually spun his pistol, as if this whole situation was nothing more than a game to him."You really think you can win, Rizal?" Leonard’s voice rang out. "I’ve been expecting you. I knew you’d come."Ucok glanced at Rizal, unimpressed. "Bro, I don’t like how he talks. Can we slap him first before we start fighting?""Focus, Cok," Rizal muttered, his eyes scanning their surroundings. More than a dozen of Leonard’s men were closing in, each armed to the teeth.Suddenly—CREEAAAKA door on the upper floor creaked open.Maya.From the shadows, she stepped forward, her gun raised. Her movements were steady and calculated, her aim lock
Cold-Blooded Barista Coffee and Bullets
The night sky in Medan looked overcast. The streetlights flickered dimly, adding to the gloomy atmosphere in the narrow alley where Rizal and Ucok were hiding. The sound of a patrol car roared in the distance, making Rizal even more alert. He glanced at Ucok, who was busy munching on peanuts."Can't you be serious for a second?" Rizal whispered sharply.Ucok looked at him with a blank expression. "What? I'm hungry, Zal. Besides, if we die later, at least I won't die hungry."Rizal sighed. Since when did Ucok become so casual about life-and-death situations? But that's how his friend was—more joking than helping.Suddenly, the sound of footsteps approached. Rizal pressed himself against the wall, his eyes watching the moving shadow at the end of the alley. Ucok was still busy chewing, but finally put his peanuts away when he realized the situation was getting tense."We have to go," Rizal whispered.Ucok nodded. "Let's go, before they realize we're still here."However, before they cou
Cold-Blooded Barista Never Ending Troubles
Ucok was still busy boasting about his so-called heroic act. He walked with his chest puffed out like a hero who had just saved the world."Zal, did you see me back there? Just like in an action movie! Threw a rock, and boom—enemy ran away! This is pure talent, man."Rizal just snorted. "Your so-called talent is causing trouble, not being a hero."Ucok chuckled. "Well, the important thing is we're safe, right?"They walked through the now-quiet alley. The streetlights flickered, adding to the eerie atmosphere. Rizal scanned their surroundings, making sure no one was following them.Ucok, still holding the gun he had snatched from the tattooed man, started playing with it. He mimicked a cop from the movies, pointing the weapon in the air and shouting, "Freeze! Police!"Rizal immediately smacked his hand. "Oi! Put that away. You want us to get arrested for real?"Ucok pouted. "Relax, Zal. I’m just practicing."Rizal took a deep breath. Dealing with Ucok was exhausting, but at the same t
Cold-Blooded Barista Strategy
Ucok kept staring at Rizal with a terrified expression. His legs were shaking anxiously while his eyes remained fixed on the piece of paper in Rizal’s hand."24 hours."Ucok swallowed hard. "Zal, are you sure we can't just run? We could hide out of town, at least until things calm down."Rizal shook his head slowly. "They’ve probably got people watching every corner of the city. If we run, we die. Besides, I’m not the kind of person who runs away from problems."Ucok groaned in frustration. "Yeah, but we’re not soldiers who can just shoot our way out of this. These guys are mafia, Zal! Mafia! You know what that means? We could disappear in one night!"Rizal calmly took a sip of his coffee. "That’s why we need a plan."Ucok leaned back in his chair, his eyes still filled with fear. "So what’s the plan? Tell their boss this is all just a misunderstanding? Or fake our deaths so they stop looking for us?"Rizal gave a faint smile. "We make them think twice before killing us."Ucok looked
Cold-Blooded Barista Between Life and Death
Ucok bit his lip, his eyes still fixed on Rizal, who sat calmly as if there was nothing to worry about. Meanwhile, out there, they were being hunted."Are you sure about this, Zal?" Ucok finally spoke, his voice slightly trembling. "If we make the wrong move, we’re dead. Finished. Game over."Rizal shrugged. "If we do nothing, we’re still dead, ‘Cok. So, we might as well die fighting."Ucok let out a long sigh. "God, I hate it when you start talking like a movie action hero. The reality is, we’re not the good guys, Zal. We’re just—""Two guys who happen to be smarter than most people." Rizal grinned.Ucok covered his face with both hands, frustrated. "Whatever, I’m only going along because I don’t want to die alone. But our plan better make sense."Rizal patted Ucok’s shoulder. "Trust me."Ucok could only sigh before taking a sip of his now-cold black coffee.That night, they began to move. Rizal knew one thing: if they wanted to survive, they needed something to use against the mafia
Cold-Blooded Barista The Power of Information
Ucok was still staring at his phone screen, his mouth slightly open. The contents of the recording were like a ticking time bomb, ready to explode.In the recording, Daniel Surya’s voice was crystal clear, discussing illegal transactions involving high-ranking police officers and government officials. There was evidence of them talking about smuggling goods, money laundering, and even assassinating key witnesses.Rizal closed his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath. "Ucok, we’re not just holding a big secret. This… this could destroy everyone involved."Ucok swallowed hard. "And it could get us dumped in the river as corpses, Zal."Rizal opened his eyes, his gaze filled with determination. "That’s why we have to be smart. We can’t just keep this and hope things resolve themselves. We need a plan."Ucok scratched his head, then sipped his now-cold coffee. "If we hand it over to the police, they might come after us instead. If we sell it to another mafia, we’re just swapping one thr
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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
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