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From Medan to the End of the World
RING! RING! The jingle of the cafe's doorbell echoed, accompanied by the strong aroma of robusta coffee permeating the air. Rizal, with his slicked-back hair and always neat batik shirt, skillfully prepared an order behind his prized espresso machine. "One more Medan Tarik Coffee!" he shouted, his voice hoarse from staying up late. He was no longer just a barista; he was a maestro behind every cup, serving coffee with the precision of a secret agent.Ucok, now the cafe's "operational manager" and Rizal's "spiritual advisor," busily wiped down tables in his relaxed style. "Easy, Zal, don't be so harsh. Our customers are mostly 'businessmen' with sensitive feelings," he whispered, glancing towards three men in black suits sitting in the corner, their eyes fixed on Rizal.Rizal's "Kopi Medan Jaya" cafe in downtown Medan had become their best hideout. After global adventures facing Daruma and international mafia intrigues, Rizal, Ucok, and Nova agreed to 'disappear' from the radar. Nova w
Mafia Reunion
BRRRRT! BRRRRT! Ucok's phone vibrated again, this time amidst the sound of crashing waves on a remote, unknown beach. He glanced at Rizal and Nova, who were busy observing the dense jungle around them. After receiving a special "invitation" from Marco Vivaldi, the now 'reformed' Architect, the three of them, accompanied by Pak Surya who decided to join "for national security," boarded a luxurious private jet to a deserted island in the Pacific."Okay, Cok, pick up the phone. We don't want this newly reformed mafia boss to get cranky if the rendang is late," Nova said, squinting through the thick foliage. The air on the island felt humid and heavy.Ucok answered the phone, his face a bit tense. "Yo, Boss Vivaldi! The rendang is in hand, ready to be served. What's the problem now in this tropical paradise?"Marco Vivaldi's voice was clear, though with a hint of worry. "Chef, good that you've arrived. The feast will begin soon. But there's... a slight change of plans.""What change? Don'
Keeping Secrets
DING DONG! Taxi horns blared in unison, the unending bustle of Times Square greeting Rizal, Nova, and Ucok as they arrived. The cold air of New York pierced their skin after the warmth of Bali. They slipped into the "City That Never Sleeps" disguised as ordinary tourists, though their mission was far from a vacation. Behind the glimmer of neon lights and the buzz of pedestrians, they knew the Master and The Silent Order were waiting.“I hope they have good rendang here, bro. Or at least the ingredients,” mumbled Ucok, pulling up the collar of his thick coat. “Otherwise, this will be the coldest and worst-tasting mission in history.”Nova ignored Ucok’s complaint, her eyes scanning the crowd. “Remember, they left us a message. That means they want us to come. It’s a trap, but also an opportunity.”Rizal nodded, his hand already poised under his jacket. “We need to find the ‘Master’ and the ‘Divine Recipe’ before they use it for something worse.”Their search in New York began. Nightsha
When the Mafia Asks for Rendang Recipe
BLUBB! BLUBB! BLUBB! The aroma of simmering rendang filled the air, overpowering the scent of the ocean and even the expensive perfumes of international tourists. Ucok's warung, "Rendang Rambo," in Kuta, Bali, was the talk of the town. Not just among food bloggers or tourists, but also among the 'big players.' Rizal and Nova, currently savoring Ucok's 'hellfire' rendang, felt a rare sense of peace. For a moment, the world felt safe."Ucok, seriously, this is the spiciest rendang I've ever imagined," Nova wiped sweat from her brow, but her smile was wide. "Are you sure this is safe for a normal human's digestion?""Safe, Miss. This is 'shock therapy' rendang to make stress disappear!" Ucok laughed, flicking a towel over his shoulder. "Besides, what enemy can think clearly when their stomach is already scorched?"Rizal nodded in agreement, sipping his iced tea. "At least we have a delicious refuge, Cok. After all the drama with AI, clones, and even time distortion, your rendang is a lif
Battle in the Ancestral Lands
The journey from Bali to Medan felt like stepping through a time portal. From a peaceful tropical paradise, they plunged into the humid, pulsating heart of North Sumatra, a place where oil palm trees stretched as far as the eye could see, and beneath the surface, Daruma’s dark secret awaited. Ucok, usually jovial, was now enveloped in a rare seriousness. This was his ancestral land, a place where sweet memories mingled with the shadow of a global threat.Raven had sent complete data: schematics of the underground facility, ventilation shafts, and main choke-points. However, the most valuable information came from Ucok himself. "That old oil palm factory... there used to be many secret passages there. We kids often explored them. There's an old culvert that connects directly to the factory's drainage system. No one would suspect it." Ucok pointed to a spot on the map, a dotted line disappearing beneath the ruins.Night enveloped Katuk. The air was hot and humid, a stark contrast to the
Rebuilding the Underground World
Three weeks had passed since their return from Everest, yet the tension between Rizal, Nova, and Ucok remained unresolved. Bali, usually a place of serenity, now felt suffocating. Fenrir had been unleashed, and Arisaka had vanished. They had sent a brief report to ORION, but the bureaucracy and high-level secrecy made every step feel sluggish. Meanwhile, the underground world was beginning to show symptoms.Surya, with his vast network, was the first to feel the tremors. Reports started pouring in: a minor syndicate leader in eastern Siberia had suddenly disappeared, followed by his entire family. A drug cartel in Colombia collapsed without clear reason, replaced by an unknown faction. Then came a series of strange “accidents” targeting key Yakuza figures in Japan, always focused on a specific bloodline.“It’s the same pattern,” Surya explained, pointing at a flickering digital map on his large underground control room screen in Ubud. Red dots were scattered across the globe. “Influen
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