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Cold-Blooded Barista Blood Under Streetlights
Ucok felt his chest like it had been hammered by a sledgehammer.Someone had been shot.And for a split second, the world seemed to stop spinning.The air was thick with the smell of gunpowder. The reflection of the streetlights on the wet asphalt looked like blood that had already pooled before it actually flowed.Ucok turned to his right.Ren was still standing.Maya was stunned, her eyes wide.Diana slumped to the ground, but not from a gunshot—just because her body was too weak.Then... he saw him.Rizal stood stiffly.Blood dripped from his left arm.Not a fatal wound.But enough to give a warning.Bang Togar blew smoke from his pistol. "I'm just underlining my words."Ucok blinked. "YOU SHOT HIS ARM JUST TO—?!?!"Ren pulled him back before he could say more.Rizal clenched his fist, bearing the pain with his jaw clenched. "If this is how you 'emphasize' something, I'd rather be deaf."Bang Togar gave a small smile. "I need you to realize. This isn't a negotiation."The air grew
Cold-Blooded Barista Stalking
Rizal's chest felt like it had been hit with a rock.Nova.They found her.Ucok touched Rizal's shoulder, his face confused. "Hey, you alright?"Rizal didn't answer.His mind was miles away.On the other end of the line, the voice was still there, calmer… but that made it even scarier."You want to see her again, right? If you're fast enough, maybe she'll still be in one piece."Click.The line went dead.And suddenly, the night felt colder than ever.The sky above them was dark, starless.The dim streetlights cast long shadows on the cracked pavement.From a distance, the faint wail of police sirens echoed, a reminder that the city was still breathing.But in the alley where they stood, time seemed to stop.Ren looked at Rizal. "What did they say?"Maya gripped Diana's hand tighter, a bad feeling in her gut.Ucok crossed his arms, sighing. "Don't tell me we have to deal with more trouble."Rizal stared at his phone for a moment, then clenched his fist. "Nova's in danger."Ren raised
Cold-Blooded Barista Bullets
7... 6... 5...Darkness.Not just any darkness—a killing darkness.Smoke from the exploded lights filled the room. The smell of electrical burning mixed with dust and the lingering gunpowder from the previous shots.Rizal could hear his own breath. Ucok’s breath. Even the final seconds of that damn bomb.Nova was still in the chair. Hands bound. The bomb beneath her continued its countdown.4... 3...Damn it.He had to choose.And he only had a second.In the dark, shadows moved like ghosts.Footsteps echoed.Ucok cursed softly, his hands fumbling at his belt. “Where’s my flashlight... Ah, found it!”CLICK.The small light from his flashlight shone on the floor—and immediately revealed something they hadn’t expected.A mass of wires.This bomb wasn’t just under Nova’s chair.It was all over the room.Ucok froze. “Uh... Rizal? I’ve got bad news.”Rizal turned sharply. “Don’t tell me—”Ucok directed his flashlight towards the ceiling.There were thin steel wires stretched across every c
Cold-Blooded Barista One Chance
1…One second.In the normal world, one second is nothing.Just a blink of an eye.A single breath.But here?One second is the difference between life and death.Kaspar was still smiling. The small remote was still in his hand. Nova was still tied up. And the bomb under her chair was almost at zero.…0.BEEP!Rizal pulled the trigger.One shot.BANG!But it wasn't Kaspar who fell.Ucok was faster. Much faster.He kicked Nova—not to hurt her, but to knock her off the chair.“MISSED!” Kaspar yelled.THE BOMB EXPLODED.But not as expected.The explosion was contained, like a failed firework. Smoke billowed, wood splintered—but Nova was still alive.Rizal moved instantly. “Nova!”Nova coughed, waving the smoke from her face. “I… I’m not dead?”Ucok chuckled. “If you were dead, I couldn’t tease you anymore.”Kaspar narrowed his eyes. “You guys are fun.”Ucok pointed his gun. “And you’re annoying.”Kaspar just chuckled. “Relax. I just wanted to play a little.”Rizal scoffed. “Play? You alm
Cold-Blooded Barista Meeting with the Devil
Kaspar sat behind a carved wooden desk, his fingers tapping the surface with a disturbing rhythm. He wore a thin smile, like someone who knew the ending before the first page was turned.Before him, Rizal, Nova, Maya, and Ucok stood silently.The room felt like a trap. The walls were dark, lit only by dim hanging lamps. In the corner, two large men stared at them without pause since they entered, as if waiting for a signal to crush anyone who dared to cause trouble.Kaspar leaned back, intertwining his fingers in front of his face. His eyes were sharp. Too sharp."I must be honest," he said softly, "I didn't expect you to come to me. This is... interesting."Ucok crossed his arms. "Well then, let's make it more interesting. Can you help us or not?"Kaspar chuckled, his voice low and dangerous. "You come in desperation, yet you still dare to be rude? I like that." He leaned forward. "But the question is... why should I care?"Nova clenched her fists. "We don't have time for your games,
Cold-Blooded Barista Forbidden Package
The night sky hung gloomy above them, as if pressing down on their lungs. The cold air pierced to the bone. But the chill wasn't just from the weather.Nova stood frozen in front of the rusted iron fence, her eyes fixed on the old building looming in the shadows. The warehouse was the same. Dull. Abandoned. Like an old wound that never healed."Nova?" Rizal touched her arm gently.Nova shook her head. "I was... locked up here. Three days. They tied me to a chair, spotlights right in my face. Every night, strange sounds, screams... I thought they were ghosts. But it turned out—"Ucok interrupted, "—Turned out they weren't ghosts, but drunk thugs doing karaoke?"Nova didn't laugh. Her eyes remained empty. "It turned out they were the sounds of other people... whom they tortured before me."Maya shuddered. "Are we really going into this place?"Rizal took a deep breath. "We don't have a choice."They passed through the half-collapsed fence. Thorny branches snagged their clothes. The smel
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
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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
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