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Cold-Blooded Barista Return to Bangkok
The city hadn’t changed. The neon lights still bathed the streets in a chaotic glow, and the air was thick with the scent of street food, gasoline, and rain-soaked concrete.Rizal stepped out of the black sedan, his jaw set. Behind him, Ucok, Leonard, and Damar followed closely.“So, where do we go first?” Ucok asked, his hands in his jacket pockets.Rizal stared at a tall building in the distance. “Adrian’s safe house.”Damar checked the map on his phone. “It’s in the old district, near the docks. If Adrian is really alive, this is where he’d be hiding.”Leonard nodded. “Then let’s not waste time.”They started moving.The building had been abandoned for years. Broken windows, peeling paint, and the damp air carried a metallic scent.Rizal felt déjà vu. Six years ago, this place had been his final battleground with Adrian.Ucok turned on a flashlight. “Bro, you sure he’s here?”Rizal nodded. “If he’s alive, he’ll come back here.”Their footsteps echoed as they moved deeper. The floor
Cold-Blooded Barista Blood in the Rain
The rain had started falling, washing away the scent of gunpowder but not the tension in the air. Rizal’s body screamed in pain, but he forced himself to keep moving.Adrian stumbled beside him, barely conscious. Ucok and Damar flanked them, scanning the dark alley for threats. Leonard covered the rear, his gun still smoking.They had escaped—barely.Ucok panted. “Bang, where do we go now?”Rizal wiped blood from his temple. “We need a safe place.”Damar checked his phone. “There’s an abandoned warehouse nearby. Five minutes on foot.”Leonard nodded. “Move. Now.”They hurried through the maze of alleys, their footsteps echoing against the wet pavement.The warehouse was dark, silent except for the distant hum of the city. Rizal kicked the door open and ushered everyone inside.Damar locked the entrance. “We’re safe for now.”Adrian collapsed against a crate, groaning. His face was pale from blood loss.Ucok pulled out a med kit. “I got this.”Rizal crouched beside Adrian. “Who kidnapp
Cold-Blooded Barista After the Storm
The city was quiet now. The gunfire had stopped, the fires were dying down, and the rain was washing away the blood on the streets. Rizal sat on a crate, pressing a cloth against his wounded shoulder. His body ached, but the weight on his chest felt lighter than ever. It was over.Ucok handed him a bottle of water. “Bro, did we win?”Rizal smirked, taking a sip. “We’re alive. That’s enough.”Damar checked on Adrian, who was still recovering in the corner. “This kid is strong.”Leonard leaned against the wall, looking at the body bag in the center of the room. “Sundara’s dead, but he was right. This doesn’t end here.”Rizal nodded. He knew the truth. Killing Sundara didn’t erase the enemies they had made along the way. There would always be someone waiting in the shadows.The team had split up, agreeing to lay low for a while. Leonard disappeared without a word. Damar booked a flight to Jakarta. Ucok planned to head back to Medan.Before leaving, Ucok patted Rizal’s shoulder. “I’m head
Cold-Blooded Barista Sundara
Rizal tightened his grip around his cup, staring into the dark liquid as if it held answers. His peace had lasted barely a few weeks, and now another storm was coming.Maya smirked, sipping her drink. “You don’t seem surprised.”“I stopped being surprised a long time ago.” Rizal’s voice was calm, but his mind was already moving fast. Who could be coming for him now?Maya tapped her fingers on the counter. “Let me guess. You thought killing Sundara was the end of it?”Rizal glanced at her. “You going to keep talking in riddles, or are you actually going to tell me something useful?”Maya chuckled. “Fine. Ever heard of a man called Viktor Ivanov?”Rizal’s expression darkened. Viktor Ivanov. The name wasn’t just familiar—it was infamous. A Russian arms dealer with connections across Asia, known for his brutality and zero tolerance for betrayal.And if Viktor was after him, that meant only one thing—Sundara had been working for him.Rizal and Maya walked side by side through the narrow st
Cold-Blooded Barista The Setup
The morning light crept through the dusty blinds, casting slanted beams across the wooden floor. Rizal sat on a worn-out chair, his gun resting on the table in front of him. Maya paced the room, her phone in hand, scrolling through intercepted messages."We have a lead," she finally said. "Viktor’s men are operating out of a club in Central Jakarta. High-end, private clientele, heavy security."Rizal exhaled. "Sounds like a trap."Maya smirked. "Obviously. But if we don’t move first, they will."Rizal cracked his knuckles. Then we make our move first.The bass from the speakers thumped through the walls, the air thick with cigarette smoke and expensive cologne. Club Nebula was where the rich and powerful played, and tonight, it was also the hunting ground.Rizal walked in, his black suit blending in with the high-end clientele. Maya followed a few steps behind, wearing a sleek red dress that turned heads as she moved. But neither of them was here for attention.Their target was sittin
Cold-Blooded Barista The Message
Roman’s breath was ragged, his forehead dripping with sweat as Rizal kept the gun pressed against his temple. The sound of chaos outside the private lounge barely registered in his mind—his focus was on the cold steel against his skin and the death staring him in the eye.Maya stood nearby, her gun trained on the door in case reinforcements arrived. “We don’t have much time,” she warned.Rizal tightened his grip on Roman’s collar. “Where is Viktor?”Roman smirked despite the pain. “You think you scare me? You’re just another dead man walking.”Rizal sighed. “Wrong answer.”CRACK!He slammed the butt of his gun into Roman’s ribs, making the Russian groan in pain.“I’m going to ask one more time,” Rizal said, his voice calm but deadly. “Where. Is. Viktor?”Roman coughed, spitting blood onto the floor. “You’re too late. Viktor already knows you’re coming.” He grinned, his teeth stained red. “He’s waiting.”Maya glanced at Rizal. “This is a waste of time. We need to move.”Rizal nodded, t
Cold-Blooded Barista Viktor’s Retaliation
The explosion at the shipping yard had sent a clear message, and Viktor Ivanov received it loud and clear. He stood in his dimly lit study, swirling a glass of vodka in one hand while his other clenched into a fist.Across from him, his right-hand man, Sergei, stood rigidly, his face tense. “The docks are gone. We lost the shipments, the money, and half our men.”Viktor exhaled sharply through his nose. “Rizal.”Sergei nodded. “Who else?”Viktor downed his drink in one gulp, then slammed the glass onto his desk. “Then it’s time we remind him who he’s dealing with.”He turned to another one of his men. “Send a team. Find him. Kill him.”Rizal wiped sweat from his brow as he checked his weapons. The docks were a success, but he knew Viktor wouldn’t just sit back and take the hit. He’d strike back—and soon.Maya paced nearby, scanning security feeds on her tablet. “We need to move. If Viktor’s half as smart as we think, he already knows where we are.”As if on cue, the lights flickered.
Cold-Blooded Barista Setting the Trap
The cold night air seeped through the cracks of the warehouse, mixing with the scent of blood and gunpowder. Rizal sat on an old crate, methodically reloading his gun. Across from him, Maya lay on a makeshift bed of torn blankets, her wound wrapped tightly with bandages. Her breathing was steady but weak.“You need rest,” Rizal said without looking up.Maya smirked. “And you need a plan.”Rizal didn’t argue. Viktor’s retaliation had come fast and brutal. Their safehouse was gone. Sergei was dead, but that was just a start. The real threat—Viktor—was still out there, and he wouldn’t stop until Rizal and Maya were both buried six feet under.Maya shifted slightly, wincing at the pain. “We hit his docks. He hit us back. What’s next?”Rizal leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “We take the fight to him.”She raised an eyebrow. “You mean walk straight into Viktor’s den?”Rizal smirked. “Not walk. Burn it to the ground.”The Ivory Club was one of the most exclusive spots in Jakarta. A front
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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