The morning light crept through the dusty blinds, casting slanted beams across the wooden floor. Rizal sat on a worn-out chair, his gun resting on the table in front of him. Maya paced the room, her phone in hand, scrolling through intercepted messages."We have a lead," she finally said. "Viktor’s men are operating out of a club in Central Jakarta. High-end, private clientele, heavy security."Rizal exhaled. "Sounds like a trap."Maya smirked. "Obviously. But if we don’t move first, they will."Rizal cracked his knuckles. Then we make our move first.The bass from the speakers thumped through the walls, the air thick with cigarette smoke and expensive cologne. Club Nebula was where the rich and powerful played, and tonight, it was also the hunting ground.Rizal walked in, his black suit blending in with the high-end clientele. Maya followed a few steps behind, wearing a sleek red dress that turned heads as she moved. But neither of them was here for attention.Their target was sittin

The explosion at the shipping yard had sent a clear message, and Viktor Ivanov received it loud and clear. He stood in his dimly lit study, swirling a glass of vodka in one hand while his other clenched into a fist.Across from him, his right-hand man, Sergei, stood rigidly, his face tense. “The docks are gone. We lost the shipments, the money, and half our men.”Viktor exhaled sharply through his nose. “Rizal.”Sergei nodded. “Who else?”Viktor downed his drink in one gulp, then slammed the glass onto his desk. “Then it’s time we remind him who he’s dealing with.”He turned to another one of his men. “Send a team. Find him. Kill him.”Rizal wiped sweat from his brow as he checked his weapons. The docks were a success, but he knew Viktor wouldn’t just sit back and take the hit. He’d strike back—and soon.Maya paced nearby, scanning security feeds on her tablet. “We need to move. If Viktor’s half as smart as we think, he already knows where we are.”As if on cue, the lights flickered.

The front gate lay open, blood pooling around the fallen guards. Rizal and Maya moved swiftly, their boots barely making a sound on the gravel pathway leading to the main house.Inside, chaos erupted. The gunfire at the gate had set off alarms. More guards poured into the corridors, their rifles raised.BANG! BANG! BANG!Maya ducked behind a marble pillar, firing with deadly precision. Rizal rolled across the floor, avoiding a burst of automatic fire before landing a clean headshot on a charging enemy.The villa was a maze of luxury and violence. Crystal chandeliers hung above blood-stained floors. Expensive paintings lined walls riddled with bullet holes.“Where’s Viktor?” Maya shouted over the gunfire.Rizal reloaded his weapon. “Top floor. His office.”More guards approached. Rizal grabbed a flashbang, pulled the pin, and tossed it down the hallway.BOOM!The explosion of light and sound disoriented the enemies. Rizal and Maya advanced, taking them down before they could recover.A

The gunshot rang through the room like a thunderclap.Rizal dove sideways, flipping the table as cover just as Johan’s shot barely missed his head. Glass shattered, whiskey spilled, and the room exploded into chaos.BANG! BANG!Rizal fired twice, forcing Johan to duck behind a cabinet. The smell of gunpowder filled the air."You really wanna do this, Riz?!" Johan shouted, his voice laced with amusement.Rizal reloaded. “I’ve wanted to do this for a long time.”A chuckle. “Then come and get me.”Rizal knew Johan wasn’t stupid. He was playing for time. Reinforcements were probably already on their way. If Rizal didn’t finish this fast, he’d be walking into a death trap.His eyes flicked to the chandelier above Johan’s hiding spot. One clean shot, and it would come crashing down.CRACK!Rizal pulled the trigger. The bullet ripped through the chain.CRASH!The massive chandelier plummeted, shattering into a thousand glass shards. Johan barely rolled away in time, cursing as he staggered t

The safe house was tucked away in a quiet corner of Jakarta, hidden behind an old auto repair shop. From the outside, it looked abandoned—just another forgotten piece of the city’s underbelly. Inside, however, it was a fully stocked operations center.Rizal flicked on the lights, revealing a cluttered room filled with maps, weapons, and surveillance monitors. Maya let out a low whistle."Not bad," she said, tossing her wet jacket onto a chair. "You always have a place like this ready?"Rizal smirked. "Occupational hazard."He moved to the main table, plugging the flash drive into a laptop. The screen flickered, revealing encrypted files.Maya leaned in. "What exactly are we looking at?"Rizal typed rapidly, bypassing the security. A list of names, locations, and financial transactions appeared."This is Johan’s operation," Rizal said. "Money laundering, smuggling, political bribes—you name it. Everything he’s done is in here."Maya frowned. "And you think this is enough to take him do