All Chapters of Cold-Blooded Barista: Chapter 161
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Osaka Underground – Night
The journey to Osaka was marked by constant vigilance. Rizal and Nova took turns scanning their surroundings, while Ucok occasionally peeked into the box hiding the brain capsule, as if afraid it might suddenly make a sound.They arrived at a shabby ramen shop in the Shinsekai district. Behind the shop, connected through a secret sliding door in the kitchen, was the headquarters of the “Koki Yakuza.” It wasn’t a luxurious place—just a series of underground rooms filled with rough wooden tables, the scent of food mingling with cigarette smoke, and the piercing stares of tattooed men.The Koki Yakuza boss, a middle-aged woman named Akemi with a scar across her cheek and an apron stained with mysterious sauces, greeted them with a brief nod.“You must be Ishikawa-san’s friends,” she said hoarsely. “I heard you’re carrying something... interesting.”Rizal nodded. “We need shelter. And maybe some information about the Black Bishop.”Akemi pointed to a room in the corner. “You can rest ther
Chaotic Night
The deafening roar of Dotonbori's neon lights contrasted sharply with the tension gripping Rizal, Nova, and Ucok. They weaved through the throng of tourists snapping photos in front of the Glico Running Man billboard, trying to vanish from the Black Crow Family's pursuit."Where to now?" Nova whispered, her eyes darting, scanning every street corner.Rizal pointed towards a narrow, dark alley. "We need to find a safe place to lie low for a while. Maybe Akemi has a contact who can get us out of this hot zone."Ucok panted behind them, glancing back nervously. "Contacts again? Why is it every time we need help, we have to meet people whose names sound like Yakuza restaurant menus?"They entered the dark alley reeking of garbage and urine. The sound of their footsteps echoed between the tight walls of the buildings. Suddenly, several figures with the same crow tattoos emerged from the darkness, blocking their path."Where do you think you're going, little rats?" one of them sneered, draw
Main Data Room – The Crucial Seconds
Nova’s fingers danced across the control panel of the Main Data Room. Lines of green code blinked rapidly on the small screen, signaling just how intricate the door’s security system was. The echo of robotic footsteps mixed with the hurried clatter of human boots, a reminder that time was running out.“Almost there…” Nova whispered, sweat dripping from her brow.Rizal kept watch over the corridor, tense. Two humanoid robots with weapons raised, followed by three Black Crow Family members with pistols drawn, appeared at the far end.“They’re here!” Rizal shouted.“Just a second!” Nova snapped, eyes glued to the panel.Ucok stood beside Rizal, gripping a fire extinguisher like his life depended on it. His eyes showed a flicker of fear—and fierce determination. “If they get close, I’ll spray their eyes!”The robots advanced with steady, mechanical steps. The Black Crow men followed close behind, weapons ready.Then, a green light on the control panel lit up. “Got it!” Nova yelled, shovin
Decision in the Heart of Darkness
A tense silence filled the Main Data Room after Black Bishop’s shocking revelation. Rizal and Nova exchanged glances, trying to process the information they had just received. The threat of Ucok's clone and the infiltration of a global network felt far more terrifying than a mere battle over combat AI.“You… you’re lying,” Rizal finally said, trying to find a crack in Black Bishop’s narrative. “This is just a tactic to make us surrender.”Black Bishop smiled coldly. “Why would I lie? You’ll soon see the truth for yourselves. Jakarta will be under the control of your ‘shadow’ in no time.”Ucok was still frozen in front of the holographic screen, his face pale as he watched a figure eerily similar to himself interacting with generals. “That… that really looks like me. But… how is it possible?”“ORION’s technology knows no limits,” replied Black Bishop. “We can replicate someone’s physical form and even part of their memory. Your clone is the perfect tool to achieve our goal.”Nova clenc
Escape Through the Streets of Osaka
The luxury sports car driven by Rizal sped through the bustling night streets of Osaka. Neon lights reflected off the car’s body, creating an illusion of speed that only heightened the tension. In the back seat, Ucok was still gasping for breath, the smell of smoke and flammable liquid clinging to his clothes. Nova was busy checking her tablet, ensuring the data they had downloaded from Kuroi Kage was safe.“We need to get out of Japan immediately,” said Rizal, glancing at the rearview mirror to ensure they weren’t being followed. “Kansai International Airport is our best bet. We can catch the first flight to Jakarta.”“Jakarta?” Ucok exclaimed, worried. “But Black Bishop said my clone is there! That’s like walking straight into a lion’s den!”“We have no other choice, Cok,” replied Nova, not lifting her eyes from the tablet. “This data shows that Operation: Shadow Independence has entered a critical phase. We have to warn the authorities in Jakarta before it’s too late.”“And about y
Homeland Under Threat
The rear cargo door of the plane opened, revealing the bustling scene of Soekarno-Hatta International Airport on a busy Jakarta morning. The hot and humid air typical of the city instantly greeted them. Rizal, Nova, and Ucok jumped down from the plane, trying to blend in with the cargo workers to avoid drawing attention.“We need to get out of the airport area immediately,” said Rizal, his eyes scanning the surroundings carefully. “It’s too risky if we get caught here.”They quickly made their way toward the taxi parking area, dodging the suspicious glances of security personnel. After finding a taxi driver who didn’t ask too many questions, Rizal gave the address of a modest rental house on the outskirts of Jakarta—a place they had often used as a temporary hideout.Inside the taxi, Nova once again examined the data they had downloaded from Kuroi Kage. “This information is incredibly valuable. There are detailed specs on the combat AI project, including technical schematics and neura
Confrontation in Jakarta
Black Bishop stepped into the chaotic meeting room with a chilling, piercing presence. Behind him, dozens of heavily armed soldiers surrounded Rizal, Nova, and Ucok. Ucok’s clone still lay unconscious on the floor.“You’re remarkably persistent,” said Black Bishop, his gaze sweeping over the three of them. “But all of this is futile. My plan will proceed, with or without you.”“Your evil plan will never succeed,” Rizal replied, his tone filled with conviction despite being outnumbered.“Evil?” Black Bishop let out a cold laugh. “I’m merely accelerating evolution. Erasing human weakness with perfect artificial intelligence.”Nova quickly tapped away on her tablet, trying to find a breach in the building’s security system or send out a distress signal. “You just want to control the world, Bishop. And we won’t let that happen.”Ucok stepped in front of Rizal and Nova, taking a defensive stance despite being unarmed. “You think you can replace humans with robots and clones? You're dead wr
The Scent of Betrayal
The short message sent a chill that pierced through the warmth of Jakarta’s afternoon. Rizal and Nova exchanged looks, their faces etched with the same concern. Black Bishop was still out there, and his message was clear—he wasn’t giving up.“Tokyo again?” Nova muttered, recalling their brutal encounter there. “Why does he always go back?”“Maybe he has a stronger base of operations there,” Rizal replied, eyes fixed on the distance. “Or maybe he knows we’ll follow him.”Ucok, sensing the sudden shift in mood, asked with concern, “What is it? Who’s the message from?”Rizal showed him the phone. Ucok read the brief message and sighed heavily. “Well, looks like the plan to open a rendang stall in Bali is delayed. Again.”“We have to go back to Tokyo,” Rizal said firmly. “We can’t let Black Bishop roam free. We have to stop him, once and for all.”They bid farewell to Mr. Surya, thanking him for his help and protection. Mr. Surya promised to keep monitoring the situation in Jakarta and in
Vengeance and the Final Hope
The larger and more advanced humanoid robots moved with alarming speed and power. Red lasers beamed from their eyes, targeting Rizal, Nova, and Ucok. Clones of Yakuza Koki and armed guards closed in from all directions, surrounding them.“We can’t fight them all,” said Nova in a despairing tone, dodging a robot arm that smashed a wall beside her.“Then we have no other choice,” replied Rizal, eyes blazing. “We go straight to Black Bishop.”With synchronized movements, Rizal and Nova charged forward, trying to break through the enemy lines. Ucok followed closely behind, using the chaos to dodge attacks. The three of them moved with perfect coordination— the result of years of working together in dangerous situations.Rizal fought brutally and efficiently, taking down the guards with deadly punches and kicks. Nova, with her agility, dodged the robots' attacks and shot down several Koki clones with precise headshots.Though Ucok didn’t have the combat skills of his two partners, he fough
Sunset in Bali
A few weeks later, the rich aroma of spices mingled with the sea breeze at a small roadside stall on the edge of Kuta Beach, Bali. The warung “Rendang Rambo” was finally open for business, with Ucok as the proud chef and owner. Rizal and Nova sat at one of the simple wooden tables, savoring the fiery rendang labeled “hellfire level,” served directly by Ucok himself.“So? Good, right?” Ucok asked with a wide grin, wiping the sweat off his forehead. “This is a special recipe—made of revenge and happiness.”Rizal gave a thumbs-up. “Outstanding, Cok. Definitely worth the wait.”Nova nodded in agreement, though her eyes occasionally drifted to her phone lying on the table. “It really is the best. But don’t get too comfortable being a chef, Cok. The world still needs us.”Ucok laughed. “Don’t worry. The instincts of a former mafia member don’t just disappear. Anyone messing around in my warung will get a taste of my death sambal.”The tension between them slowly faded. Black Bishop and the