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Cold-Blooded Barista A Ghost from the Past
The name Adrian Kusuma burned in Rizal’s mind like a brand. He hadn’t heard it in nearly a decade, but the memories resurfaced instantly—bloodstained streets, whispered orders, and a betrayal that nearly cost him his life.Leonard glanced at the list in Rizal’s hands. “You know him.”It wasn’t a question.Ucok raised an eyebrow. “Judging by your face, this dude ain't just some random crime boss.”Rizal took a slow breath. “Adrian Kusuma is the reason I left this life. He tried to have me killed.”Damar whistled. “Well, that’s awkward.”Rizal’s grip on the paper tightened. “If he’s back in the game, we’re dealing with more than just a syndicate. Adrian doesn’t take chances. If he’s involved, it means he’s already planned five steps ahead.”Leonard leaned against the desk. “Then we better move fast.”Rizal nodded. “First, we need to figure out where he is. And second—”Ucok smirked. “—we crash his party.”Finding Adrian wasn’t easy. The Cobra Syndicate was well-connected, and their oper
Cold-Blooded Barista Interrogation
The night air was thick with the acrid scent of smoke as Rizal clenched his fists. Adrian had slipped through his fingers again, but this time, it wasn’t just another lost opportunity—it was personal.Ucok kicked over a trash can in frustration. “That slippery bastard always has an escape plan, huh?”Leonard holstered his gun. “We should’ve seen it coming. Adrian’s too smart to get caught like that.”Damar, still catching his breath, leaned against the alley wall. “So what now? We go back and lick our wounds, or do we push forward?”Rizal wiped the blood from his lip and straightened. “We push forward.”Leonard smirked. “That’s what I was hoping you’d say.”Adrian was a ghost, but every ghost left behind traces. If they couldn’t get to him directly, they’d hit his network—piece by piece.Damar pulled up a laptop at their safe house. “I managed to clone some data from the club’s security system before things went sideways.”He typed rapidly, eyes scanning the screen. “Adrian didn’t com
Cold-Blooded Barista Fire and Fury
The explosion sent a shockwave through the airport, BOOM!—flames erupted, metal twisted, and debris rained down like deadly confetti. Rizal barely had time to react before a blast of heat washed over him.“Down!” he shouted.Ucok tackled Damar out of the way as a flaming piece of wreckage crashed onto the tarmac. Leonard shielded his face with his arm, eyes scanning for any sign of Adrian.Rizal pushed himself up, coughing against the thick black smoke. Adrian had to be here.Then he saw it—a shadow moving through the flames.Adrian Kusuma, slipping away like a phantom in the chaos.“Oh, no you don’t,” Rizal growled.Rizal sprinted after him, weaving through the wreckage. Adrian was fast, but Rizal was faster.Adrian ducked into a service tunnel beneath the airport. Rizal followed, gun drawn.The tunnel was dimly lit, the hum of machinery echoing off the walls. Water dripped from overhead pipes.Footsteps. Close.Then—WHOOSH!A knife whizzed past Rizal’s ear, embedding itself in the w
Cold-Blooded Barista A New Target
The metallic scent of blood mixed with the acrid smoke still lingering in the air. Rizal stared at Adrian’s lifeless body, his mind racing. He had spent years chasing this man, and now, just when he had him, someone else had taken the final shot.His grip tightened around his knife. Whoever did this wasn’t done yet.Leonard’s voice crackled through the earpiece. “Rizal! What’s your status?”Rizal exhaled sharply. “Adrian’s down. But not by my hand.”A pause. Then Ucok’s voice cut in. “Wait… what? Someone else got to him?”“Sniper. Precision shot. Professional.” Rizal scanned the rafters, but whoever was up there had already disappeared.Damar cursed. “Shit. That means someone wanted Adrian dead before we could get answers.”Leonard’s tone darkened. “And that means we just made ourselves the next targets.”The wail of sirens grew louder. The airport was in chaos, and soon, security would lock everything down.Rizal moved fast, checking Adrian’s pockets for anything useful. A phone. A s
Cold-Blooded Barista Shadows of the Past
Rizal stared at Reza Alatas with sharp eyes. That name… Ilya Novak. It had been years since he last heard it.Ucok glanced at him. "You know that guy?"Rizal didn't answer right away. His breath felt heavy. His heart was pounding faster than usual.Leonard noticed Rizal’s change in expression. "Who is he?"Reza Alatas smirked. "Oh, so you really don’t know? This is interesting."Ucok tapped the table. "Hurry up and explain before I lose my patience, Bang."Reza sighed and leaned back in his chair. "Ilya Novak isn’t just a hitman. He’s a ghost. No official records, no fingerprints, no clear face recognition. But one thing is certain—if he’s after you, you’re already dead. You just don’t know when yet."Ucok chuckled. "Damn, that’s scary. So we’re fighting a ghost now?"Damar, who had been silent, stared at his tablet screen. "I’m trying to find info… but it’s true. There’s almost no data on Ilya Novak."Rizal clenched his fists.He knew why.Because Ilya Novak was a shadow from his pas
Cold-Blooded Barista Duel in the Alley
Rizal’s grip tightened on his gun. The cold metal felt familiar, almost comforting. Across from him, Ilya Novak stood unfazed, his smirk barely fading.The rain had started falling.Drip.Drop.The alley was dimly lit by a flickering neon sign from a nearby shop. The air smelled of damp asphalt and gunpowder.Ucok whispered, "Bang, are we really doing this now?"Rizal didn’t answer. His eyes stayed locked on Ilya.Leonard muttered, "This guy… he’s different."Ilya chuckled. "You always had good instincts, Rizal. But instincts alone won’t save you tonight."SHINK!In a flash, Ilya drew a knife.Not just any knife. A karambit—curved, sharp, deadly.Ucok cursed, "Shit."Then—Ilya moved.Rizal barely dodged as the karambit sliced through the air.SWISH!The blade grazed his jacket, cutting clean through the fabric.Rizal countered—BANG!—but Ilya twisted his body, dodging the bullet with ease.He’s fast. Too fast.Leonard fired—BANG! BANG!—but Ilya flipped over a trash bin, using it as co
Cold-Blooded Barista Countdown to Chaos
The room was dimly lit, filled with the scent of cigarette smoke and stale coffee. Rizal sat in the corner, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the wooden table. His mind was elsewhere—still replaying the fight with Ilya Novak in the alley.He could still hear the sound of the rain, feel the rush of adrenaline, see Ilya’s smirk just before he disappeared into the shadows.Ucok dropped onto the couch. “Bang, kita harus ngomong soal ini.”Leonard exhaled, tossing a bullet casing onto the table. “That guy—he’s no ordinary hitman.”Damar nodded, still staring at his laptop screen. “I checked again. Ilya Novak is a ghost, but Sundara? That’s a different story.”Rizal’s gaze sharpened. “What do you have?”Damar turned his laptop toward them. A list of high-profile assassinations appeared on the screen—business tycoons, politicians, cartel leaders. All had one thing in common: they were killed by Sundara.Ucok whistled. “So, they’re not just a small-time gang.”“They’re an international oper
Cold-Blooded Barista Inferno
The bass from the nightclub’s speakers pulsed through the floor like a heartbeat, drowning the room in a hypnotic rhythm. Strobe lights flickered, illuminating waves of bodies moving to the music. The air smelled of sweat, alcohol, and cigarette smoke.Rizal adjusted his black leather jacket as he scanned the room. This wasn’t just any nightclub—it was a front for Sundara’s underground operations. If they were going to get answers, this was the place.Ucok leaned in. “Jadi, kita cari siapa, Bang?”Damar tapped his phone. “Target kita namanya Vano.”Leonard raised an eyebrow. “And who’s Vano?”“Middleman. He handles Sundara’s Jakarta operations. If anyone knows about Adrian, it’s him.”Rizal nodded. “Let’s move.”They split up.Leonard took the bar.Ucok blended with the crowd.Rizal walked straight toward the VIP section.His heart was steady. His mind was clear.But something felt off.And then—BOOM!A sudden explosion shook the building.Screams filled the club as people panicked,
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The Unquenchable Fire
Ucok stood frozen at the harbor, his eyes fixed on the churning sea. Denpasar still smoldered behind them, cold corpses scattered like dominoes struck by a sledgehammer. In his hand, a pistol with only one bullet left. In his heart, a rage that burned like embers constantly fanned by the winds of betrayal.Nova sat not far away, a gunshot wound on her shoulder crudely bandaged, her lips pale. But her eyes still blazed—as they always did.Maya was busy hacking the only laptop salvaged from the burned-out headquarters.Rizal? His whereabouts were unknown. He was last seen chasing Kaspar towards the pier, and had vanished since."If this is life," Ucok muttered softly, "I want a refund."Nova gave a weak smirk. "You'll have to email God first, Cok. But make sure the subject line is in all caps."Ucok chuckled softly, but the sound was like the scrape of a dented can lid—hollow and bitter.Suddenly, Maya lifted her head from the screen. "I found his trail," she said quickly. "Kaspar is he
The Final Step Above Embers
The sound of shoe soles striking the underground concrete floor echoed like the relentless ticking of time. Thump. Thump. Thump. Rizal walked at the forefront, his body as taut as a violin string stretched to its breaking point. Behind him, Ucok, Nova, and Maya followed, each with a sharp gaze and faces etched with old wounds.Ucok, clutching the short firearm he had named "Little Trouble Maker," whispered softly, "Are you sure about this way, Zal? If this is a trap, we could end up as mafia shish kebab."Rizal didn't answer. But his eyes were fixed on the large metal door standing at the end of the corridor. Behind it, he believed, lay the truth. And perhaps blood.Nova, with his characteristic nonchalant style, said, "If this is the end, make sure I die in style. I don't want to perish in an ugly pose."Maya patted his shoulder. "Relax, I'll make sure you look like a criminal magazine model."Ucok grinned. "'The Last Woman Laughing at Hell.' Suits you."The door wasn't locked. Rizal
Crazy Clash in the Underground Hell
Darkness enveloped the room.Nova gripped her pistol tightly, her heart pounding wildly in her ears."The lights are flickering like they can't decide if they want to live or die," Ucok whispered behind Nova. "Is this a mafia bunker or a haunted house?""Focus, Cok!" Rizal replied in a low voice.Suddenly—small flashlights from the enemies' helmets flickered on one by one, like demonic eyes appearing all around them."Just say it's zombie cosplay," Ucok hissed, cocking his pistol.Nova moved first. She ducked and fired accurately at one helmet—thwack—the light went out along with a short scream. Instantly, a hail of bullets returned fire.The three of them scattered. Gunshots echoed wildly in the darkness. Muzzle flashes illuminated fleeting glimpses of hate-filled faces.Ucok rolled on the floor, seeking cover behind a cracked concrete pillar."I swear, Rizal, after this we're opening a satay business. This job is too heart-stopping!" Ucok yelled while firing blindly."If it's satay,
The Blood War Above Jakarta
The whirring of helicopters shook the Jakarta night. Under the dim moonlight, Nova, Rizal, and Ucok looked up, holding their breath. The figure in the helicopter was no ordinary threat. It was Dimas Arta—their former ally who had disappeared during the big clash at the harbor. Now, he stood on the enemy's side.Nova clenched her fist. "I have to end this now."Without a word, Dimas jumped down using a cable from the helicopter, landing with precision on the wet asphalt. His right hand held an automatic rifle, his left hand pointed at Nova as if challenging her to a duel."Dare to face me, Nova!" Dimas shouted, his voice loud enough to overcome the roar of the helicopter propellers.Ucok gritted his teeth. "Let me finish him, Nova."Nova raised her hand, stopping Ucok. "This is my business."The humid Jakarta air felt even heavier. Everything seemed to stop. Even the remnants of the Black Order's men who had attacked earlier now stood in a circle, watching the bloody duel that was abou
Blood Oath on the Streets
Amid the downpour that blurred his vision, Nova stared straight ahead. His mind fixated on one thing he had never imagined – his older brother, whom he believed had died in the Black Order's attack years ago, was alive and part of the organization that controlled fear in Jakarta."This can't be happening. I have to know why he's doing this," Nova muttered to himself, feeling confused and angry.With determined steps, he moved through the crowd, following a trail that would uncover all the secrets.However, he knew that each step also meant danger drawing closer. The enemy would not let them proceed so easily.The night deepened in Jakarta, the streets began to empty, with only the roar of vehicle engines and the soft patter of rain audible. Nova's car sped along the wet road, creating ripples of water behind it. Inside the car, Rizal sat beside him, his gaze blank, as if unsure what to say."So... the older brother is still alive? Why is he here?" Rizal finally asked, breaking the sil
Fire in the Dark of the Black Order
Darkness.Nova's breathing was heavy. She gripped her pistol tightly, hearing footsteps thudding around them.Ucok nudged Rizal's shoulder. "Bro, this is like a test of courage. But the difference is... the ghosts here carry AK-47s."Rizal took a long breath. "Dude... I haven't paid my warteg debt yet, bro."Nova's voice hardened. "Focus! They're coming."A shot rang out from the shadows. The bullet whizzed past, almost kissing Ucok's cheek.Ucok jumped behind a stack of crates. "HEY! This isn't an airsoft gun, you know!"Nova moved quickly. She switched on the small flashlight attached to her pistol, briefly cutting through the darkness—enough to see the silhouettes of four masked men.Without hesitation, Nova pulled the trigger.BANG! BANG!One man fell, the rest scattered.Rizal followed up by throwing a gas pipe at the enemy. One of them fell with a satisfying thunk!Ucok spun around, two pistols dancing in his hands. Every sound of footsteps was met with the sound of bullets."If
Blood Spilled in Pasar Senen
Ucok, Nova, and Rizal had just set foot in Jakarta. The hot air mixed with the smell of exhaust fumes greeted them at Pasar Senen station.Ucok fanned his jacket, wincing. "Jakarta... a place where you can get cilok, pickpockets, and the possibility of death in one step."Rizal looked at Nova, who had been pale since the airport. "Are you sure you want to meet Lukas Arjuna? Your own father?"Nova nodded slightly. "If he is indeed the one behind all this chaos... I will take his life myself."Ucok whistled softly. "Happy little family..."They walked through the narrow alleys of Pasar Senen. In the middle of the crowd, Lukas's eyes were already waiting.A becak stopped abruptly in front of them. Three men with tattooed, burn-scarred skin emerged.Nova reached for the pistol behind her hoodie.Ucok raised his hand. "Easy. This is Jakarta. Sometimes becaks are indeed filled with gangsters."Without further ado, a fight erupted.Ucok threw his sandal at the head of one thug. Nova kicked a
The Last Bullet in Denpasar
Ucok stood frozen in front of Kuta Square, Denpasar. The sunlight reflected off the black shades hanging on his face. But the eyes behind them were full of unease. Behind him, Nova dragged a suitcase. Not a tourist suitcase, but a case full of weapons."Two days in Bali, and all we've stepped on is hot asphalt and other people's blood," muttered Nova."Yeah... welcome to the dark side of paradise," Ucok replied, sipping melted coconut ice that now tasted like warm coconut water.Rizal approached from the right, his white shirt stained with dried blood. "We got info. Final target: Don Nino. Location: a villa in Jimbaran. But there's one problem.""Don't tell me... another traitor?" Ucok asked, unzipping his jacket full of bullets.Rizal shook his head. "The problem is... we only have one bullet left."Ucok froze. "One bullet? For Don Nino? The guy surrounded by bodyguards like ants on sugar?"Nova stared sharply. "That's why we have to make that bullet count."Don Nino's villa didn’t l
Blood Hunt in Jakarta
When the sky over Jakarta turns red, and blood flows faster than the rain… then it’s not an ordinary night.The city that never sleeps was louder than usual tonight. Above ground, traffic was still jammed. Beneath it—under the shadows of concrete flyovers and old war bunkers repurposed into mafia lairs—human breath was measured in seconds. In a narrow corridor that reeked of tobacco and dried blood, four silhouettes ran. Rizal led, silenced pistol in hand. Behind him: Nova, Maya, and Ucok.“Kaspar is completely insane,” muttered Rizal as he kicked open a metal door. “He built a base under Jakarta? Seriously?”“If he opened a warteg down here too, I wouldn’t be surprised,” Ucok panted. “Except his warteg probably serves bombs.”The door opened. A thick mist greeted them. The hum of an old machine echoed in the distance, like a sleeping giant snoring.“Heat sensors activated,” said Nova, pressing a button on her digital glove. “One... two… ten heat signatures. Slow movement. Likely merc