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Cold-Blooded Barista The Great Escape
BANG! BANG!Rizal flipped the bar table and ducked as bullets tore through the polished wood, sending splinters flying. Johan’s guards were quick, but Rizal was quicker. He reached for the gun tucked behind his waistband and—BLAM!One shot, clean to the shoulder of the nearest thug. The man spun back, groaning in pain.Rizal didn’t wait. He grabbed a bottle of vodka from the counter and hurled it—CRASH!It shattered against another guard’s face, sending him stumbling. In the chaos, Rizal bolted for the exit.Johan, still gripping his phone, barked orders. “DON’T LET HIM GET AWAY!”Maya yanked out the flash drive the moment the upload hit 100%. She stuffed it into her pocket, turned—and froze.A shadow loomed over her.The guard she had knocked out earlier was stirring, his fingers curling around his gun.Shit.Maya lunged forward. She kicked the gun out of his hand and swung a server panel like a baseball bat.WHAM!The man hit the ground again, this time for good.With no time to w
Cold-Blooded Barista No Rest for the Wicked
The motorcycle weaved through the dimly lit streets, dodging traffic as Rizal held on tightly. Maya sat behind him, gripping his waist, her breath still ragged from the adrenaline. The masked rider maneuvered with precision, cutting through alleyways and side streets until they finally stopped at an abandoned warehouse by the docks.VROOOOM… The engine died down.Rizal jumped off first, scanning their surroundings. “You gonna tell me who the hell you are?” he asked, turning toward the rider.The masked figure pulled off the helmet—revealing a familiar smirk.“Miss me, bro?”Rizal’s eyes widened. “Fikri?”Maya let out a breath of disbelief. “You’ve gotta be kidding me.”Fikri, Rizal’s old partner-in-crime, grinned. “Relax. I’m not a ghost. But I did just save your ass.”Rizal shook his head. “I thought you were in Singapore.”Fikri leaned against the bike, arms crossed. “Was. Until I heard Johan was making a move on you.” His expression darkened. “Figured you could use some backup.”Ma
Cold-Blooded Barista Smoke and Shadows
The trio pulled into a rundown apartment complex on the outskirts of the city. It wasn’t glamorous, but it was secure. Rizal parked the car and exhaled slowly. The adrenaline rush was wearing off, leaving behind exhaustion and the stench of smoke.Fikri tossed his bag onto the couch. “Well, that went well.”Maya shot him a glare. “We almost died.”Fikri grinned. “Keyword: almost.”Rizal ignored their bickering and plugged the flash drive into his laptop. Lines of encrypted data scrolled across the screen. “Johan’s entire financial operation is on here,” he muttered.Maya peered over his shoulder. “Can you crack it?”Rizal smirked. “Who do you think you’re talking to?” He began typing furiously, bypassing layers of security. Within minutes, a spreadsheet appeared, revealing names, bank accounts, and offshore transactions.Fikri whistled. “That’s a lot of zeroes.”Maya frowned. “So what’s the plan? Leak this to the authorities?”Rizal shook his head. “No. We use it to bring Johan down on
Cold-Blooded Barista Striking Back
Rizal's fingers flew across the keyboard, his eyes locked on Johan's financial records. Offshore accounts, shell companies, bribery transactions—everything was laid bare. He cracked a grin."This is it," he muttered.Maya and Fikri leaned in."What exactly are we looking at?" Maya asked."A roadmap to destroying Johan," Rizal replied. "His entire network relies on these funds. We bleed him dry, and he’s finished."Fikri chuckled. "I like the sound of that. But how?"Rizal tapped a few keys, opening a secure transaction system. "We siphon his money to charities, anonymous donations, and a few ghost accounts. He won’t be able to trace it back to us."Maya smirked. "Poetic justice. Stealing from a crime lord to help the people.""But we’ll need a distraction," Rizal added. "Something big."Fikri grinned and pulled a small C4 charge from his bag. "I thought you'd never ask."Johan stood by the window, looking over the city he controlled. His phone buzzed."Sir," a panicked voice came thro
Cold-Blooded Barista Storming the Lion’s Den
The city was quiet, but the tension in the air was suffocating. Rizal, Maya, and Fikri crouched behind a parked van near the entrance to Johan’s penthouse.“This place is locked down tight,” Maya whispered, eyeing the guards patrolling the perimeter.Fikri grinned, tossing a suppressed pistol between his hands. “Tight security means they’re scared.”Rizal scanned the building through a pair of binoculars. The top floors were lit. Johan was waiting.He exhaled. “We go in silent. No unnecessary firefights.”Fikri snorted. “I make no promises.”Rizal smirked. “Let’s move.”The trio moved swiftly, taking down two guards near the entrance without a sound. Rizal signaled Maya, and she hacked the security panel, shutting off the cameras for the lower floors.“We have ten minutes before backup systems kick in,” she whispered.Rizal nodded. “Let’s make them count.”They slipped inside, taking the stairs instead of the elevator.As soon as they stepped out of the stairwell, a bullet whizzed pas
Cold-Blooded Barista The Final Countdown
The countdown remained frozen at 0:15, but the bomb was still active.Maya slammed her fist on the desk. “The system override isn’t enough! Someone has to disarm it manually!”Rizal turned to her. “Where’s the bomb?”Maya swallowed hard. “Basement level.”Fikri groaned. “Of course it’s in the basement.”More gunfire erupted from the hallway. The last of Johan’s guards were still fighting, but their numbers were thinning.“We don’t have time to fight our way down,” Rizal said. “We take the emergency shaft.”Maya nodded. “Let’s move!”Rizal pried open the steel doors. Below them, darkness stretched for several stories.Fikri peered inside. “No cable car. Guess we’re climbing.”Rizal smirked. “No. We’re dropping.”Before Fikri could argue, Rizal grabbed a zipline hook from the emergency kit and latched it to the cable.Maya’s eyes widened. “Please tell me you’ve done this before.”Rizal grinned. “Nope.”Then he jumped.WHIZZ!He zipped down into the darkness.Fikri shook his head. “That
Cold-Blooded Barista A New Shadow
A single lamp illuminated the large mahogany desk, casting long shadows across the dimly lit office. The man sitting behind it leaned forward, fingers interlocked, as he stared at the phone that had just gone silent.Johan was dead.He took a deep breath, his expression unreadable. His men stood silently around the room, waiting for his response.After a long pause, he finally spoke.“Prepare everything,” he said in a calm yet commanding tone.His right-hand man, a lean figure with slicked-back hair, nodded. “Do you want us to hunt them down?”The man chuckled, shaking his head. “No rush. Let them think they’ve won.”A lighter flicked open with a soft click, and the end of his cigar glowed red as he inhaled deeply. Smoke curled around him like a ghostly veil.“They’ll soon realize,” he exhaled, “that every action has consequences.”The familiar aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air as Rizal stood behind the counter, tamping down espresso grounds with steady hands. Fikri sat at
Cold-Blooded Barista Trouble Arrives
Rizal was fiddling with his phone, searching for information about the group that was watching them. Maya sat with her arms crossed, while Fikri paced back and forth, looking stressed.Suddenly, the café door swung open violently.BANG!Ucok entered in style, wearing a leather jacket and sunglasses. Unfortunately, his foot caught on the carpet, and—THUD!He tumbled to the floor in a bizarre position, his legs stuck in a chair while his hands still clutched a plastic bag filled with martabak.“Ouch, man… Why is the world so cruel to me?” he groaned, still lying face down.Rizal, Maya, and Fikri just stared at him.Fikri whispered, “We’re in the middle of a serious crisis, trying to avoid getting killed, and this guy turns it into a circus.”Ucok quickly got up, sitting down in a mafia-like pose. “Don’t underestimate me, bro. I didn’t just come here to bring martabak. I came with information!”Maya raised an eyebrow. “Seriously?”Ucok nodded confidently. “Yeah. I heard there’s a new gr
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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