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Cold-Blooded Barista A Sticky Situation
The siren was getting closer. The smoke hadn't cleared. And Ucok? He was stuck behind a donut truck."Jal, I'm serious... these donuts are like calling my name!" Ucok whispered, clutching a box of donuts that had fallen from the truck.Rizal was ready to slam his foot on the gas pedal of their stolen car. "Ucok, one more second there, and you'll be topping on the asphalt."Nova crawled out from behind an overturned noodle cart. Maya pulled her, her face smudged with soot and blood."He's coming," Maya whispered, her voice faint, almost breaking. "Drako isn't giving up. He... brought more people."Ucok ran while biting into a donut. "OH MY GOD, THIS IS SO GOOD! Eh, I mean—OH MY GOD, RUN!!!"From the end of the alley, the sound of motorcycle engines grew louder, then four figures appeared. Not the police. Not Drako. But...Kaspar's men."Rizal!" Nova yelled. "We've been betrayed!"Rizal cursed under his breath. "That bastard Kaspar. He wants us dead here so he doesn't have to split the
Cold-Blooded Barista Cold-Blooded Customs
“Seriously, we’re going to sneak into the Customs office… wearing civil servant uniforms?” Ucok stared at himself in the car mirror, sporting an oversized beige shirt and fabric trousers, complete with an ID card that read “Unused Archives Sub-section.”Nova sipped instant coffee from a thermos. “It suits you, though. Your face… it’s got that bureaucratic vibe.”“Bureaucratic vibe, my foot! This is a face full of economic pressure!” Ucok pouted. “And why is there a picture of a chicken on my ID card?”Rizal unfolded a map containing the building’s blueprints. “Focus. Gio said the package is on the 7th floor, in the ‘Secret Seized Goods’ room. The only way in is through the senior staff elevator. We’ve got 30 minutes before the security guard’s shift changes.”Maya yawned, still wearing a short bob wig and reading glasses. “I’m undercover as an internal audit officer. If anyone asks, I’ll answer with accounting terms… that I also don’t understand.”Ucok glanced at her. “If they realize
Cold-Blooded Barista Rooftop Run
"Hurry!" Rizal gritted his teeth, forcing the emergency exit door open towards the rusty fire escape.Ucok, the heavy black suitcase weighing down his arm, wheezed behind him. "Who the hell told us to go up to the seventh floor just to run across the rooftops?! This isn't some cheap action flick, bro!"Nova, her back pressed against the damp wall, held the door ajar, her eyes darting nervously at the echoing footsteps drawing closer from below. "Two security dogs are coming up. The other one's got a nightstick."Maya, her fingers flying across the cracked screen of her phone, scoffed in frustration. "Signal's gone down the drain. GPS is haywire like a junkie's brain. This suitcase... it weighs a ton, like a tombstone made of stolen gold."Ucok glanced at the case, a cold sweat beading on his temples. "Could be! Who knows if it's stolen loot from some shady organization."Nova pointed to the final flight of stairs leading into darkness. "The rooftop door's up there. Rizal, open it with
Cold-Blooded Barista Ally or Traitor
Rizal stared at the dilapidated wooden door before them, in a rat-infested alley that reeked of stale cooking oil and lingering childhood trauma. He let out a long breath, then glanced at his companions."You sure about this guy?" Nova asked, her arms crossed, a hint of doubt in her eyes.Rizal gave a small nod, uncertainty etched on his face. "He used to be my inside man. But... that was a lifetime ago."Ucok stood furthest back, clutching the heavy black suitcase like a security blanket. "Don't tell me this is the same lowlife who owed us big and skipped town to Batam, laughing all the way?""It's not him," Rizal replied quietly."Thank God for small mercies," Ucok sighed in relief. "Because this right hand of mine is still itching to rearrange his face."The door creaked open slowly, kreeek, revealing a gaunt man with a sparse beard clinging to his chin like a frayed thread. His gaze was sharp, but his smile was lopsided, hinting at hidden depths."Rizal," he greeted, his voice ras
Cold-Blooded Barista Midnight Siege
The alarm still howled. The screen in Rendy's room displayed a map with red dots flashing faster and faster, as if screaming, "PREPARE TO DIE!"Ucok covered his ears. "If this sound doesn't stop in ten seconds, I'm going to be the one to explode first."Rizal ran to the window and peered outside. "Black van. Three cars. Kaspar's men."Nova grabbed her weapon. "They're fast."Rendy immediately locked the steel door and lowered the automatic window shields. "We need to hold out for at least fifteen minutes until the escape route is active."Ucok raised his hand. "Hey, can anyone give me a bulletproof vest, Captain America's shield, or... a warm glass of sweet tea to calm down?"Maya, on the other hand, was already sitting down, loading her bullets. "No time for jokes, Cok.""That's why I'm joking, so I don't panic!" Ucok retorted, his voice laced with panic.Rendy activated emergency defense mode. Steel plates slammed shut over the windows, and a series of cheap traps sprang to life—lan
Cold-Blooded Barista The Offer Amidst the Tension
The air inside the hideout suddenly became thicker and hotter than the midday sun's glare, like parking attendants ready to brawl over a patch of asphalt. The armed man who had seemingly dropped from nowhere stood rigid, the barrel of his rifle aimed squarely at Rizal's head. The INTERPOL badge on his black jacket glinted coldly, a stark reminder that their lives had just been turned upside down yet again.Rizal slowly raised both hands, a gesture of surrender that felt foreign in the midst of this chaotic situation. "Okay, calm down. This can all be explained."Ucok whispered faintly, his eyes wide with dread. "Don't tell me we're suspected of being international terrorists. I swear, man, my only hobby is burning instant noodles, not burning down countries."The man labeled Interpol stepped closer. His gaze was as sharp as an ice pick, and his accent was strange, a broken mix of English and Indonesian, like a foreigner who'd lived abroad too long but still missed roadside nasi uduk.
Cold-Blooded Barista Identity
Ucok stood staring at the cracked bathroom mirror. His eyes were red, not from crying, but from lack of sleep and an overdose of durian-flavored instant coffee that somehow still existed. Behind the door, Nova had knocked twice."Cok, what have you been doing in there? Don't tell me you're brushing your teeth with Three Legs toothpaste again.""This is important, Nov. I'm reflecting on life," Ucok replied, opening the door slowly while still looking at the mirror. "You know, sometimes... I'm suspicious of myself."Nova glanced down. "Are you wearing your underwear on the outside again?""Reflection, not superhero cosplay, lah!"In the living room, Maya, Rizal, and Nova spread out a digital map they got from Karim's flash drive. Data on money flow, weapon caches, and escape routes. Everything branched out to one name: SARKA."The only way into this organization... is through an insider," Maya said.Rizal chimed in, "And the only person who knows their communication methods... is the tr
Cold-Blooded Barista Midnight Siege
Drip... drip... drip...The leaky pipe's water droplets echoed in the underground room, now a makeshift prison. The damp smell mixed with the clinic's failing perfume, unable to mask the scent of iron and sweat.Clack. Clack. Clack.Someone's footsteps approached, high heels hitting the floor like the relentless ticking of a countdown.Ucok sat leaning against the wall, his breath shallow. "If this is a dream, please wake me up with fried chicken."Nova glanced at Rizal, who was still staring at the dead screen where Kaspar's face had appeared moments before. "Bro... that voice earlier. Could it be...?"Rizal's fist clenched. "I don't know. But we have to get out of here before they—"BRAAAK!!The metal door burst open with a deafening slam. Two armed guards entered. Their rifles clicked ominously as they cocked them."Get up. Your time is up," one of them said in a flat tone.Ucok stood up with his hands raised. "Okay, okay, don't shoot. I'm still a virgin!"The guard frowned. "We do
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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.
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