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Cold-Blooded Barista 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
Cold-Blooded Barista 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
Cold-Blooded Barista 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
Cold-Blooded Barista 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
Cold-Blooded Barista 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
Cold-Blooded Barista 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
Cold-Blooded Barista 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
Cold-Blooded Barista 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
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Underwater Inferno
00:14:58…Nova immediately connected his communication device to the underwater network. "There's unusual sonar activity below the Singapore Strait. They're hiding something big, and it's not a regular submarine. It's... some kind of mobile laboratory."Ucok was still clutching the remains of his burnt bulletproof vest. "Bro, what are we going to chase it with? We're not Aquaman."Rizal stared towards the pier. "There's one way. I once helped the Russian mafia smuggle vodka through the port's sewage lines. We can get in that way, towards their underwater base."Nova frowned. "You helped smuggle what?""Vodka. And... sometimes weapons. But mostly vodka."Ucok raised his hand. "I'm in as long as we don't go through any toilet drains."**00:11:37…The three of them dove using emergency diving gear they stole from a tourist rescue boat. A narrow passage beneath the pier led them to an old tunnel heading towards ORION's underwater base. Along the walls, dim blue light glowed from fiber op
Marina Bay
00:59:57...Time was ticking. The black suitcase beeped like the heartbeat of a monster, ready to explode at any moment. On its LED screen, a set of coordinates pointed to one clear location: Marina Bay, Singapore.Rizal gritted his teeth. “We’ve just been played.”Ucok kicked the car tire in frustration. “No wonder the road felt too smooth—it turns out we were taking a bomb for a walk.”Nova sat leaning against a lamppost, her body still trembling. “This isn’t just a trap... it’s a message. ORION wanted us to carry this. They want us in Singapore.”Rizal looked up at Jakarta’s sky, still gray despite the coming morning. “Fine. If they’re bringing this war overseas, we’ll play it to their rhythm.”They arrived in Singapore under fake identities. Nova posed as a tech journalist from Sweden, Ucok as a Sumateran chef hoping to open a rendang diner, and Rizal as an international real estate agent under the alias “Ray Fadillah.”Ucok grumbled, “Why am I the chef? Am I really supposed to co
Shadow Operation in Kota Tua
The Jakarta night air was sticky like a politician's promises. The city never truly slept—especially when a shadow operation was about to begin in the heart of Kota Tua (Old Town), where history and blood often shook hands in silence.Rizal sat on the steps of an old, long-abandoned police post. His shoulder was still bandaged, but his eyes were as sharp as ever. Beside him, Ucok twirled a modified rifle while munching on fried snacks."Bro, are we going to war... or become historical tour guides?" Ucok muttered.Nova emerged from behind the dense foliage of a trembesi tree. "You guys have to see this," he said, showing a tablet. The screen displayed satellite imagery—a secret area in Kota Tua showing high activity over the last 48 hours."ORION is moving assets. Including, most likely... Zeta Protocol."Rizal frowned. "Zeta Protocol? I thought that was just a myth."Nova shook his head. "If it's a myth, why have hundreds of people been killed just for getting close to it?"Ucok inter
The Last Bullet in Denpasar
The Denpasar night air suddenly felt heavy. Behind an old building, a former military training ground from the New Order era, Rizal stood gazing at the bullet marks on the wall. The streetlights cast long, stark silhouettes of his body. His breathing was heavy, not from physical exertion, but from the weight of the decision he was about to make.Ucok emerged from behind a door, a short-barreled rifle in his right hand and a packet of nasi jinggo (a small, pre-packaged rice dish) in his left."Bro, eat first. Even the mafia needs carbs," he said casually.Rizal only glanced at him briefly. "Ucok, this isn't the time.""Precisely because it is the time, bro. We don't know if we'll make it out alive. At least... our stomachs will be full."Nova walked quickly from the direction of a motorcycle parked a short distance away. "They've moved. Our surveillance drone detected tactical movements from the SARKA camp. They know we're attacking tonight."Rizal nodded. "We only have one shot. One m
The Seventh Hand Rises
The Jakarta night sky was draped in thick clouds. Below, the city still throbbed, unaware that a silent war was being ignited from behind the dark windows of a small headquarters in Senopati.Nova stood with his back to the city lights, his gaze blankly fixed on a document newly delivered by an internal BIN (State Intelligence Agency) informant. Inside, a name that had only been a rumor: The Seventh Hand.Not a street gang. Not an ordinary drug syndicate. This was an organization that had infiltrated state institutions, orchestrating crime with a military structure, and possessing connections stretching from the port of Tanjung Priok to the gray areas of Singapore.Ucok leaned against the wall, his weapon slung over his shoulder. "So all this time we've just been playing on the fringes. The real opponent hasn't come out yet."Nova placed the folder on the table. "Rizal knew. That's why he couldn't get out alive."Maya sat at the end of the table, her sharp eyes fixed on the file. "And
War in the Heart of Kalimantan
The black helicopter cut through the Kalimantan afternoon sky, piercing the thin mist that hung over the expanse of tropical rainforest. Inside, Rizal, Nova, Maya, and Ucok sat in silence. There was no laughter. No jokes. Only the sound of the rapidly spinning propeller and the echo of heartbeats in each of their chests.Ucok looked out the window. "If we die here, our bodies will be eaten by monitor lizards, right?"Maya flicked his head. "What monitor lizard would want to eat brains as thin as yours?"Rizal stared at the tablet screen. Satellite imagery showed the movement of a convoy of armored vehicles moving from a secret base towards an old mining area that had been abandoned since the New Order era."That's where Black Moon hides his weapons and biotechnology experiments," Rizal explained. "We have to get in before dusk. He'll send everything abroad tonight."Nova turned on her seatbelt and checked the bullets in her long-barreled rifle. "This isn't just an ambush. It's an exte
Hammer
The ceiling collapsed.One swing from that metal-masked monster's hammer was enough to turn the seventh floor into a battlefield. Flashes of gunfire ripped through the air like wild lightning. The marble floor cracked, dust filled the air. The world turned gray—the stench of gunpowder, blood, and death mingled into one.Rizal leaped to the side, dodging a second hammer swing that slammed into the long dining table, sending it splintering.Ucok yelled, "Is that a hammer or a meteor, bastard!"Nova crouched behind a statue of a Greek god, firing two tungsten-coated bullets into the monster's body. A metallic clang echoed, but the figure only flinched slightly."The bullets bounced off?! Is he wearing armor?!""He's not human," Rizal muttered. "That's one of the 'Six Shadow Hands'... they named him: Kladivo."Maya sprinted along the side of the room, kicking a chair towards Kladivo as a distraction, then opened a briefcase containing magnetic grenades. Without hesitation, she threw one a
Seventh Floor Plan
Their footsteps echoed through the damp, graffiti-smeared concrete corridors beneath Jakarta—a part of the city so deeply buried in secrets, not even Google Maps dared to guess its layout. This wasn't just a forgotten tunnel. This was a city beneath the city—where history's rot had been shoved, locked away, and left to fester.Rizal walked at the front, his hand never far from the concealed pistol under his jacket. Behind him, Nova swept a thermal scanner left to right, tracking temperature anomalies—watching for ambushes. And Ucok? He chewed gum loudly while shining his flashlight at the walls.“If a rat the size of a cat jumps out, I’m out,” he muttered.“Ucok,” Nova snapped. “Keep it down.”“I’m just saying... this looks like a zombie movie set. Or one of those indie films with ambiguous endings where no one explains anything.”“You’ve been watching too much Netflix,” Maya muttered from behind.The team halted at a massive iron door. Red digital numbers flickered above it: FLOOR 7.
The Shadow Over Ubud
The morning mist still clung to the Ubud valley, shrouding the ruins of the old temple where they had finished off Kaspar's remaining forces the night before. The dried blood on the black stone floor stood as a silent witness that the war was not over—it had only just begun anew.Rizal stood silently at the edge of the suspension bridge, watching the river below flow slowly, as if mocking all the human chaos above. In his hand, he twirled a last unused bullet, as if weighing who deserved it next.Nova approached, still clutching the fresh bandage on her arm. "One by one they fall, but the main one hasn't shown himself.""The Shadow," Rizal murmured without turning. "That's what they call him. A new head with no name. No face."Heavy footsteps sounded from behind. Ucok appeared carrying a box of nasi jinggo. His face was tired, but his goofy smile remained. "You know... I just realized something."Rizal raised an eyebrow. "What?""We're like the main characters in a cheap action movie.