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Cold-Blooded Barista The Face Behind the Shadow
CREEEAAK…The secret panel continued to move, revealing a figure stepping out from behind the shadows.Ucok bit his lip, holding his breath. "Alien, maybe, bro?"Ren glanced sharply at him. "You think this is a sci-fi movie?"Rizal remained silent. His eyes were fixed on the figure—a tall silhouette, his steps calm, as if he had mastered this place long before they arrived.The lights in the corridor flickered, creating a dramatic effect that almost made the atmosphere even more tense. Ucok huddled behind Ren, whispering, "If he suddenly opens his cloak and there's a white light shining from his body, I'm running first."Ren just sighed, but Rizal was still focused. There was something familiar about this person.And when the figure finally emerged fully into the light, Rizal's heart almost stopped."You've really made a mess here."That voice…Ren reflexively raised his pistol, but Rizal held his arm. "Don't."Ucok frowned. "What? You know him?"Rizal nodded slowly, his eyes unwaveri
Cold-Blooded Barista Footsteps in the Shadows
The night air seeped into the narrow alley they were traversing, carrying the scent of rust and dust that swirled under the flickering neon lights. Each step felt heavy, not just from fatigue, but also from the tightening tension.Ucok walked behind Rizal and Ren, occasionally wiping his sweaty nape. "Bro, I don't like places like this. It's like... like—""Like a scene in a cheap horror movie before the first person dies?" Ren cut in, expressionless.Ucok nodded quickly. "Exactly! And I don't want to be the first one."KREK!A sound from the distance made them stop in unison. Their breaths hitched, eyes fixed on the darkness at the end of the alley. The mysterious man raised his hand, signaling them to remain silent.ZZZT!A static sound from a small radio in their ear turned on."Team Delta, report. Movement in sector 7. Ensure no one escapes."Rizal clenched his jaw. They only had a few minutes before the hunters found them.The man nodded towards a metal door on the right. "This w
Cold-Blooded Barista Fade to Black
BZTT!The screen that had displayed "GAME OVER" in cold, digital letters suddenly went completely dark. The room, which had been faintly illuminated by the monitor's light, was now enveloped in pitch blackness."Damn it!" Rizal growled, his voice cutting through the sudden, oppressive silence. His hands moved quickly, groping across the rickety table, searching for anything that could be used as a makeshift weapon.Ucok, who had been standing like a statue, flinched as a strange buzzing sound came from an unseen corner of the room. "BZZZZT… CLICK!""Bro… what was that sound?" Ucok asked, his voice trembling, sounding higher than usual.Suddenly, DUARRR! A small explosion echoed from the dark corner. Orange sparks briefly illuminated the air, casting a pale glow on their ashen faces, framed by a suffocating tension.Ren reacted instantly, his instincts as someone accustomed to facing danger kicking in. "We have to get out of here, now!"The three of them rushed towards the door simulta
Cold-Blooded Barista Dark Corridor
"HAHAHAHAHA!"The laughter still echoed in the narrow corridor. It was clear, but the source... was empty.Ucok gripped Rizal's arm, his voice trembling. "Bro... if that's not a human, then what is it?"Ren slowly reached into his pocket—a small flashlight. With a slightly shaking hand, he shone the light forward."Screech—click!"The light illuminated the figure.A man. His body was tall, thin, with tattered clothes stained with dried blood. His head was tilted to one side, as if his neck had been broken. His eyes... were empty.And his wounded lips kept moving."HAHAHAHAHA!"But the sound of his laughter didn't match the movement of his mouth. It was like... a sound played from a recording.Ucok swallowed his saliva. "Bro, I'm sure this is a god-level horror movie."Rizal didn't answer. His eyes remained fixed on the figure, searching for signs of life.Ren whispered, "We retreat, slowly."They began to step back. But just then—"CREEEEAK."The door at the end of the corridor opened
Cold-Blooded Barista Echoes of Fear
"YOU WILL NEVER GET OUT OF HERE."The voice was hoarse, heavy, sounding like an old, worn-out recording.Ucok immediately took several steps back. "Bro, this is like one of those horror movies where no one survives the ending."Ren remained rooted to the spot. His gaze darted back and forth between the TV and Rizal, who stood beside him.Rizal himself?He was frozen. His eyes narrowed, fixed on the TV screen. It was indeed him—older, wearier, and more... desperate.Suddenly, the older version of Rizal on the screen moved his head slightly. As if aware they were watching him.Ucok swallowed hard. "Bro, does he... know we're here?""ZZZT... KRRZZT..."The image on the TV flickered. Then, the older Rizal's face suddenly zoomed in on the screen."RUN.""RUN NOW.""BEFORE THEY—""ZZZT—"The screen abruptly went black.The room fell silent.So silent, they could hear their own breaths.Ucok pinched his arm. "Okay, I'm waking up. This has to be a dream, right?"Ren turned to Rizal. "Bro, exp
Cold-Blooded Barista Labyrinth of Death
Maya squeezed her hands, her breath short and irregular. The darkness of the corridor in front of them felt like a gaping hell, ready to swallow anyone who stepped too far.Rizal took a deep breath, feeling the cold steel of the gun in his hand. “Diana must be inside. If they’re lying…”Ucok patted his shoulder. “If they’re lying, we’ll give them tickets to hell.”Ren, who had been silent all this time, lit his cigarette and inhaled deeply. “In that case, let’s make sure they don’t have time to lie again.”Without warning, they stepped into the dark room.The room they entered was not what they expected. There was no operating table, no smell of blood or sound of screams like in crime movies.Instead, the room was neat. Too neat.White neon lights flickered above them, reflecting strange shadows on the cold concrete floor. Steel shelves lined the walls, filled with archives, medicine bottles, and several unlabeled wooden crates.In the middle of the room, there was a single chair.And
Cold-Blooded Barista High Stakes
20… 19… 18…Those seconds stretched out, way longer than they had any right to be.Maya could feel her heart pounding a heavy rhythm, cold sweat trickling down her temples. Her hands were still clamped tight around Diana’s arm, whose body trembled weakly beside her.Ucok let out a string of curses. “I hate bombs! I HATE them!”Ren stayed cool, his eyes laser-focused on the tangle of wires coiled around the explosive. “If we panic, we’re dead. One tiny mistake, and we all get blown to bits.”Rizal aimed his gun at the guy in the black suit standing in front of them. “Quit playing games. Turn it off, now.”The guy gave a lopsided grin, like he was watching his favorite show. “And miss out on seeing you all squirm? What a shame.”15… 14… 13…Ucok’s grip on his gun tightened, his eyes burning with rage as he glared at their enemy. “You’d rather see us explode? Fine, but you’re coming with us to hell.”The guy still had that smirk, but this time there was something else in his eyes – a fli
Cold-Blooded Barista Shadow of Death
Darkness.Silence.The air in the room felt heavier, as if something invisible was pressing down on their chests. Every breath they took felt like a final whisper before death came knocking.Ucok slowly raised his gun, swallowing hard. "I hate horror movies. And this is starting to feel like one."Maya held her breath, gripping Diana's hand even tighter. "Who is that?"From within the darkness, footsteps echoed, getting closer. Slow. Heavy. Like something in no rush—because it knew its prey had nowhere to run.Then, a deep, authoritative voice broke the silence."Good evening… uninvited guests."The room’s lights flickered back on—but not the usual cold white light. This time, a pulsing red glow bathed the concrete walls, making the place feel like hell itself.In front of them stood a tall man in a black suit, one that looked more expensive than their lives.His slicked-back hair was perfectly in place. His face was calm, but his eyes carried a threat sharper than the knife Ren had j
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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.