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Cold-Blooded Barista Iron Mask
The heavy footsteps grew closer. The sound of rough breathing accompanied the presence of something lurking in the dark.Ucok gripped Rizal's shoulder. "Dude... if this is a jumpscare, I'm going to take a rain check."Rizal stepped forward, trying to peer into the darkness. "Get ready. Whatever's here, we'll face it together."Suddenly, the dim lights in the room flickered, revealing a tall, large figure with a face covered by an iron mask. He carried a giant, blood-soaked hammer.Maya sobbed. "Not him again..."Satria took a step back, his eyes filled with fear. "He guards this door."Ucok grinned despite the sweat dripping from his temples. "Wow, dude, I think we should sign up for life insurance before continuing."The figure stepped forward, raising his hammer. In an instant, he swung his weapon at Rizal.CRASH!Rizal jumped to the side, the hammer hitting the floor and causing a large crack.Ucok screamed. "Dude! I'm not ready to die young!"Maya pulled Rian's hand. "We have to f
Cold-Blooded Barista The Explosion
Ucok froze in place. His mouth gaped open, but no words came out.Maya frowned, trying to make sure her eyes weren't deceiving her. "No way..."In front of them, in the middle of a room filled with flickering monitors, someone sat casually. A small smile played on his lips, his gaze calm—too calm for someone who shouldn't have been there.Raka.Rizal felt his heart drop. Raka was supposed to be… dead.Satria took a step back. "This doesn't make sense. I saw it myself… he—""—died?" Raka finished the sentence with a laid-back tone, then chuckled. "I thought so too."Ucok, usually the chatterbox, could only stare in fear. "Dude… this isn't the Raka we know, right?"Rizal tightened his grip on the iron pipe in his hand. "What happened to you?"Raka stood up slowly, raising his hands as if to calm them. "A lot has happened since we last met, Zal. And I have to say… I'm really enjoying this game."Maya stepped forward. "Game? This isn't a game, Raka! We almost died multiple times!"Raka sm
Cold-Blooded Barista The Game's Not Over
Ucok was still gasping for breath as they ran from the crumbling building. The wail of police sirens grew louder, mixing with the thumping of helicopter blades overhead."Where do we go now?" Maya asked, her voice barely audible over the din.Rizal scanned their surroundings. The streets were deserted, but there was nowhere safe to hide."We need a vehicle," Satria said. "If we stay here, we'll get caught."Ucok pointed to an old van parked across the street. "How about we… 'borrow' that?"Satria raised an eyebrow. "You can hotwire it?"Ucok chuckled. "Not just 'can,' bro. It's a hidden talent."They dashed to the van. Ucok pulled something from his pocket—a thin wire that he quickly used to pick the lock. In seconds, the engine roared to life.Maya stared at him. "Since when are you a criminal mastermind?"Ucok grinned. "Since today. Now get in before we're spotted."They all piled into the van, and Rizal slammed his foot on the gas. Tires screeched on the asphalt as they sped away f
Cold-Blooded Barista Shadows on the Verge of War
The night air was thick and humid, smelling of damp earth and crushed leaves under their shoes. Ren's hideout was far from any sign of civilization, surrounded by a forest lit only by the pale moonlight. The trees loomed like giant figures keeping watch, their shadows dancing across the ground as a gentle breeze stirred.Inside the house, the atmosphere was completely different. The glow from the computer screens cast dim reflections on their faces, highlighting the tension hanging in the air. Maya was still focused on the digital map displayed on the large screen, her fingers tracing the lines connecting the red dots."Each of these dots is one of their small bases," Ren said, his voice low and measured. "They've got underground bunkers, weapon stockpiles, and a communication network that's almost impossible to break."Ucok leaned back in his chair, rubbing his face with both hands. "We're not exactly secret agents, you know. We're just… people who happened to be in the wrong place a
Cold-Blooded Barista Shadows Beneath the City
The night deepened, but the city streets were still alive with neon lights and the glare of relentless traffic. From a distance, skyscrapers loomed like watchful giants. Yet, behind that dazzling facade, darkness lurked in narrow alleys, under overpasses, and in dimly lit backstreets.In one of those alleys, Rizal and the others crouched behind a pile of old wooden crates, observing their target building from afar. The old structure looked ordinary from the outside—dull, covered in graffiti, its wooden windows appearing fragile. But beneath that simple facade, they knew something bigger, more dangerous, lay hidden.Maya tightened her jacket. The night air felt colder than usual, or perhaps it was just the tension that ran through her veins. "We go in from the back?" she asked softly.Ren nodded. "The security system at the front is tighter. I can disable some of the sensors, but we need to move fast before they realize something's wrong."Ucok took a deep breath. "This is crazy. But I
Cold-Blooded Barista Footprints in the Corridor of Death
The silence hung in the air, heavier than ever before. Their breaths were faint in the darkness, as if the narrow walls of the corridor greedily absorbed every sound. Click... click... The old light on the ceiling flickered weakly, creating shadows that seemed to move on their own.Rizal's eyes remained locked on the man before them. There was something in the way the man stood – calm, confident, as if he had known them for a long time. There was no smile on his face, only a flat expression that made the surrounding air feel even more oppressive.Thump... thump... The man's boots creaked on the damp concrete floor, creating a slow rhythm that made time seem to crawl."You've entered a place you shouldn't have," he finally said, his voice deep and vibrating like thunder held back in a cloudy sky.Ucok chuckled, though it was clear there was tension behind it. "Well, we do tend to do that."The man stopped, his eyes narrowing. "And usually, people like you don't leave here alive."Rizal
Cold-Blooded Barista A Trap Within a Trap
Crack—zzzt…“You think you can run?”The voice pierced Ren's ears, sending shivers down his spine. Rizal paused briefly, his chest heaving, his mind racing.Up above, a silhouette stood on the edge of the building's roof. The dim city lights were just enough to outline his figure—upright, unyielding, like a predator enjoying its prey's panic.Ucok, who usually had a ridiculous comment for any situation, could only swallow hard. “You know, Zal? Usually, I'd say this is like an action movie… But I don't like that we're the ones playing the parts.”Ren quickly pulled Rizal and Ucok back into the narrow alley, trying to find an escape route. However, before they could move any further—BOOM!An explosion shook the ground behind them. Black smoke billowed, accompanied by flying concrete shards. The heat from the blast wave hit their backs, forcing them to run even faster.Thwack! Thwack!Gunshots echoed from various directions. Bullets hit the walls around them, creating small sparks from
Cold-Blooded Barista A Night of Snares
The night air felt heavy, like each breath they took was laced with an unseen threat. The dim streetlights cast an eerie glow on the glistening, wet asphalt, reflecting their running shadows.Tap! Tap! Tap!Their footsteps echoed loudly in the damp, narrow alley, filled with the sharp scent of rusting iron. Ren nearly slipped on a dark puddle, but Rizal caught her arm, yanking her back."You want to fall into the arms of death?!" Rizal hissed, his breath ragged, eyes wide with fear.Ucok, still trying to grasp the situation, gave a nervous chuckle. "At least it'd be a dramatic death, right?"Rizal glared, his eyes burning in the darkness. "This isn't a joke, you idiot!"Behind them, another set of footsteps echoed down the alley, dragging and uneven.Tak! Tak! Tak!Something was following them, something unseen.Ren fumbled with the radio, her fingers trembling. "Damn it! Who was that talking?" she muttered, frustrated.The raspy voice crackled from the radio, cold and threatening. "Y
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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