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Cold-Blooded Barista Underwater Inferno
00:14:58…Nova immediately connected his communication device to the underwater network. "There's unusual sonar activity below the Singapore Strait. They're hiding something big, and it's not a regular submarine. It's... some kind of mobile laboratory."Ucok was still clutching the remains of his burnt bulletproof vest. "Bro, what are we going to chase it with? We're not Aquaman."Rizal stared towards the pier. "There's one way. I once helped the Russian mafia smuggle vodka through the port's sewage lines. We can get in that way, towards their underwater base."Nova frowned. "You helped smuggle what?""Vodka. And... sometimes weapons. But mostly vodka."Ucok raised his hand. "I'm in as long as we don't go through any toilet drains."**00:11:37…The three of them dove using emergency diving gear they stole from a tourist rescue boat. A narrow passage beneath the pier led them to an old tunnel heading towards ORION's underwater base. Along the walls, dim blue light glowed from fiber op
Cold-Blooded Barista Seoul Operation: Blood Behind the Tower
00:00:00…Ucok closed his coffee thermos and looked up at the brightening sky over Singapore.“Bro, I almost died at sea. If the next mission's in the Arctic, I’m retiring from the mafia.”Rizal slowly put away his phone.“This isn’t about want or not, Cok. Seoul isn’t just K-Pop and kimchi. There’s an ORION research facility there they call the ‘Digital Cathedral.’ That’s where they store the prototype for combat AI.”Nova spun a digital map on her holopad.“And there’s a new name in play. They call him the Black Bishop. He’s not just Daruma’s replacement… he’s more ruthless. More organized. And backed by a North Korean shadow unit.”Ucok raised an eyebrow.“Bro, since when are we beefing with countries?”Rizal gave a flat smile.“Since Daruma started this war.”72 Hours Later – Seoul, South KoreaThey landed at Incheon Airport with fake identities: Rizal as a freelance journalist, Nova as a network technician, and Ucok as… a venison rendang chef.“Why do I always have to be the chef
Cold-Blooded Barista Above the Yellow Sea
Ucok jolted awake as the helicopter swerved sharply. His head bumped into the capsule containing a brain on his lap.“Ow! Bro, could you not fly like you’re chasing a flash sale at Mangga Dua?” he grumbled, rubbing his head. “This thing’s fragile, man—worth more than all my rendang recipes combined!”Rizal ignored him, eyes fixed on the screen. “We have to move fast. This message… it's bad.”Nova leaned in, reading the incoming message. Her eyebrows shot up. “A clone? They already have a clone? Damn, this is an insane escalation.”Ucok yawned widely. “Clone? Like in Star Wars? And why am I the target? What sin have I committed?”Rizal sighed. “Black Bishop is cunning. Maybe he knows your connections, or sees you as our weakest link. Either way, Jakarta isn’t safe for you anymore.”“Jakarta not safe? But I already imagined opening a rendang stall there called Rendang Rambo… Wait—if there’s a clone of me, what if he gets all the customers?” Ucok panicked. “I don’t want to lose business
Cold-Blooded Barista A CUP OF COFFEE AND A BULLET
Rizal never imagined his life would end up in a small coffee shop on the streets of Medan. Five years ago, his name was feared in the mafia world—he was the best enforcer, a cold-blooded killer who never failed to finish a job. If someone betrayed the boss, Rizal was the one knocking on their door in the middle of the night. If someone played dirty in the drug or arms trade, Rizal was the one pulling the trigger.But everything changed on one bloody night in an old warehouse near Belawan Port.That night, Rizal faced a choice that altered his life forever. His old boss, Bang Karim, was betrayed by his own right-hand man—Bang Togar. As Karim lay on the floor, his chest soaked in blood, Togar made Rizal an offer: join him or die alongside Karim.Rizal didn't respond with words. He responded with a bullet.One shot to Togar’s shoulder was enough to bring him down, but not enough to kill him. Rizal wasn’t stupid. He knew that if he killed Togar then and there, he would become a target for
Cold-Blooded Barista AN OLD FRIEND, A NEW THREAT
Rizal stood behind the coffee counter, his fingers tapping lightly against his cup. Outside, the city of Medan was waking up—motorcycles weaved through the narrow streets, vendors shouted their morning deals, and life moved on as usual. But inside Kopi Hitam Rizal, the air was still heavy.Ucok, still shaken by what had just happened, leaned against the counter. "Zal, be honest with me. Are you sure this won’t turn into a bigger problem?"Rizal smirked slightly. "Ucok, if Bang Togar already sent people, that means the problem was big from the start."Ucok scratched his head, clearly unsatisfied with the answer. "Are you sure you don’t just want to run? Like before?"Rizal stared into his coffee. He had been running long enough. Five years of hiding, changing names, changing lives. But the thing about running was, you could change everything—except who you really were.Before Rizal could answer, the shop’s bell rang. An old man in a worn-out jacket stepped in, bringing with him the unm
Cold-Blooded Barista A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL
Rizal stared at the thick brown envelope on the table, his fingers drumming lightly against the wooden surface. He didn’t need to open it to know what was inside—details, photos, and probably a large sum of money to finish the job.Ucok’s voice broke the silence. "Zal, don’t even think about it."Pak Haris exhaled a slow stream of smoke. "You know this is your best option."Rizal leaned back, arms crossed. "Best option for who? You? Bang Togar?"Pak Haris smirked. "For you, Rizal. If you take this job, you control the game. If you don’t, you’ll just be a hunted man waiting for the bullet with your name on it."Ucok scoffed. "Or he could just disappear again."Pak Haris turned to him. "Disappearing worked once. It won’t work twice. Togar’s power is different now. He has more eyes, more men, more reach. Wherever Rizal runs, they’ll find him."Rizal exhaled slowly. "Who’s the target?"Pak Haris smiled, knowing he had hooked him in. He tapped the envelope. "Open it."Rizal sighed, picked
Cold-Blooded Barista THE FIRST STEP
Ucok kept pacing inside the coffee shop, the soles of his sneakers screeching against the wooden floor. His breathing was heavy, and every now and then, he exhaled fuuuuh, as if hoping to blow away the problem in front of them.At the table, Rizal sat still. His fingers tapped the wooden surface with a tick-tick-tick rhythm, staring at the envelope as if it might explode at any moment."Zal, if you take this job, you’ll be stepping back into your old world," Ucok finally said, his voice tense.Rizal raised an eyebrow. "You think I don’t know that?"Ucok let out a long sigh and sat across from Rizal. His chair creaked creeaak under his weight. "You fought so hard to get out. Now, Pak Haris comes with one offer, and you waver just like that?"Rizal smirked slightly. "Waver? I never said I was taking the job.""But you also didn’t say no right away," Ucok shot back.Rizal picked up one of the photos from the envelope. Adi Sutrisno. The man in the picture was laughing, dressed in a black
Cold-Blooded Barista INTO THE LION'S DEN
The Maharaja Hotel towered over Medan’s skyline, its golden lights gleaming like a beacon for the rich and the dangerous. As Rizal and Ucok approached the entrance, the vroom of luxury cars filled the air, their engines growling like beasts ready to be unleashed.Ucok adjusted his jacket nervously. “Are you sure about this? That place is full of security.”Rizal smirked. “That’s what makes it fun.”Ucok groaned. “Great. Now you sound like a lunatic.”A valet’s shoes squeaked against the marble floor as he hurried to open the door for a guest. Inside, the lobby was filled with the scent of expensive perfume and polished wood. The click-clack of high heels echoed as elegant women walked by, their laughter mixing with the soft jazz playing in the background.Rizal walked confidently toward the elevator, Ucok trailing behind. “How do we get to the VIP floor? We don’t have an access card,” Ucok whispered.Rizal spotted a wealthy businessman chatting with a hotel staff member. His access ca
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Above the Yellow Sea
Ucok jolted awake as the helicopter swerved sharply. His head bumped into the capsule containing a brain on his lap.“Ow! Bro, could you not fly like you’re chasing a flash sale at Mangga Dua?” he grumbled, rubbing his head. “This thing’s fragile, man—worth more than all my rendang recipes combined!”Rizal ignored him, eyes fixed on the screen. “We have to move fast. This message… it's bad.”Nova leaned in, reading the incoming message. Her eyebrows shot up. “A clone? They already have a clone? Damn, this is an insane escalation.”Ucok yawned widely. “Clone? Like in Star Wars? And why am I the target? What sin have I committed?”Rizal sighed. “Black Bishop is cunning. Maybe he knows your connections, or sees you as our weakest link. Either way, Jakarta isn’t safe for you anymore.”“Jakarta not safe? But I already imagined opening a rendang stall there called Rendang Rambo… Wait—if there’s a clone of me, what if he gets all the customers?” Ucok panicked. “I don’t want to lose business
Seoul Operation: Blood Behind the Tower
00:00:00…Ucok closed his coffee thermos and looked up at the brightening sky over Singapore.“Bro, I almost died at sea. If the next mission's in the Arctic, I’m retiring from the mafia.”Rizal slowly put away his phone.“This isn’t about want or not, Cok. Seoul isn’t just K-Pop and kimchi. There’s an ORION research facility there they call the ‘Digital Cathedral.’ That’s where they store the prototype for combat AI.”Nova spun a digital map on her holopad.“And there’s a new name in play. They call him the Black Bishop. He’s not just Daruma’s replacement… he’s more ruthless. More organized. And backed by a North Korean shadow unit.”Ucok raised an eyebrow.“Bro, since when are we beefing with countries?”Rizal gave a flat smile.“Since Daruma started this war.”72 Hours Later – Seoul, South KoreaThey landed at Incheon Airport with fake identities: Rizal as a freelance journalist, Nova as a network technician, and Ucok as… a venison rendang chef.“Why do I always have to be the chef
Underwater Inferno
00:14:58…Nova immediately connected his communication device to the underwater network. "There's unusual sonar activity below the Singapore Strait. They're hiding something big, and it's not a regular submarine. It's... some kind of mobile laboratory."Ucok was still clutching the remains of his burnt bulletproof vest. "Bro, what are we going to chase it with? We're not Aquaman."Rizal stared towards the pier. "There's one way. I once helped the Russian mafia smuggle vodka through the port's sewage lines. We can get in that way, towards their underwater base."Nova frowned. "You helped smuggle what?""Vodka. And... sometimes weapons. But mostly vodka."Ucok raised his hand. "I'm in as long as we don't go through any toilet drains."**00:11:37…The three of them dove using emergency diving gear they stole from a tourist rescue boat. A narrow passage beneath the pier led them to an old tunnel heading towards ORION's underwater base. Along the walls, dim blue light glowed from fiber op
Marina Bay
00:59:57...Time was ticking. The black suitcase beeped like the heartbeat of a monster, ready to explode at any moment. On its LED screen, a set of coordinates pointed to one clear location: Marina Bay, Singapore.Rizal gritted his teeth. “We’ve just been played.”Ucok kicked the car tire in frustration. “No wonder the road felt too smooth—it turns out we were taking a bomb for a walk.”Nova sat leaning against a lamppost, her body still trembling. “This isn’t just a trap... it’s a message. ORION wanted us to carry this. They want us in Singapore.”Rizal looked up at Jakarta’s sky, still gray despite the coming morning. “Fine. If they’re bringing this war overseas, we’ll play it to their rhythm.”They arrived in Singapore under fake identities. Nova posed as a tech journalist from Sweden, Ucok as a Sumateran chef hoping to open a rendang diner, and Rizal as an international real estate agent under the alias “Ray Fadillah.”Ucok grumbled, “Why am I the chef? Am I really supposed to co
Shadow Operation in Kota Tua
The Jakarta night air was sticky like a politician's promises. The city never truly slept—especially when a shadow operation was about to begin in the heart of Kota Tua (Old Town), where history and blood often shook hands in silence.Rizal sat on the steps of an old, long-abandoned police post. His shoulder was still bandaged, but his eyes were as sharp as ever. Beside him, Ucok twirled a modified rifle while munching on fried snacks."Bro, are we going to war... or become historical tour guides?" Ucok muttered.Nova emerged from behind the dense foliage of a trembesi tree. "You guys have to see this," he said, showing a tablet. The screen displayed satellite imagery—a secret area in Kota Tua showing high activity over the last 48 hours."ORION is moving assets. Including, most likely... Zeta Protocol."Rizal frowned. "Zeta Protocol? I thought that was just a myth."Nova shook his head. "If it's a myth, why have hundreds of people been killed just for getting close to it?"Ucok inter
The Last Bullet in Denpasar
The Denpasar night air suddenly felt heavy. Behind an old building, a former military training ground from the New Order era, Rizal stood gazing at the bullet marks on the wall. The streetlights cast long, stark silhouettes of his body. His breathing was heavy, not from physical exertion, but from the weight of the decision he was about to make.Ucok emerged from behind a door, a short-barreled rifle in his right hand and a packet of nasi jinggo (a small, pre-packaged rice dish) in his left."Bro, eat first. Even the mafia needs carbs," he said casually.Rizal only glanced at him briefly. "Ucok, this isn't the time.""Precisely because it is the time, bro. We don't know if we'll make it out alive. At least... our stomachs will be full."Nova walked quickly from the direction of a motorcycle parked a short distance away. "They've moved. Our surveillance drone detected tactical movements from the SARKA camp. They know we're attacking tonight."Rizal nodded. "We only have one shot. One m
The Seventh Hand Rises
The Jakarta night sky was draped in thick clouds. Below, the city still throbbed, unaware that a silent war was being ignited from behind the dark windows of a small headquarters in Senopati.Nova stood with his back to the city lights, his gaze blankly fixed on a document newly delivered by an internal BIN (State Intelligence Agency) informant. Inside, a name that had only been a rumor: The Seventh Hand.Not a street gang. Not an ordinary drug syndicate. This was an organization that had infiltrated state institutions, orchestrating crime with a military structure, and possessing connections stretching from the port of Tanjung Priok to the gray areas of Singapore.Ucok leaned against the wall, his weapon slung over his shoulder. "So all this time we've just been playing on the fringes. The real opponent hasn't come out yet."Nova placed the folder on the table. "Rizal knew. That's why he couldn't get out alive."Maya sat at the end of the table, her sharp eyes fixed on the file. "And
War in the Heart of Kalimantan
The black helicopter cut through the Kalimantan afternoon sky, piercing the thin mist that hung over the expanse of tropical rainforest. Inside, Rizal, Nova, Maya, and Ucok sat in silence. There was no laughter. No jokes. Only the sound of the rapidly spinning propeller and the echo of heartbeats in each of their chests.Ucok looked out the window. "If we die here, our bodies will be eaten by monitor lizards, right?"Maya flicked his head. "What monitor lizard would want to eat brains as thin as yours?"Rizal stared at the tablet screen. Satellite imagery showed the movement of a convoy of armored vehicles moving from a secret base towards an old mining area that had been abandoned since the New Order era."That's where Black Moon hides his weapons and biotechnology experiments," Rizal explained. "We have to get in before dusk. He'll send everything abroad tonight."Nova turned on her seatbelt and checked the bullets in her long-barreled rifle. "This isn't just an ambush. It's an exte
Hammer
The ceiling collapsed.One swing from that metal-masked monster's hammer was enough to turn the seventh floor into a battlefield. Flashes of gunfire ripped through the air like wild lightning. The marble floor cracked, dust filled the air. The world turned gray—the stench of gunpowder, blood, and death mingled into one.Rizal leaped to the side, dodging a second hammer swing that slammed into the long dining table, sending it splintering.Ucok yelled, "Is that a hammer or a meteor, bastard!"Nova crouched behind a statue of a Greek god, firing two tungsten-coated bullets into the monster's body. A metallic clang echoed, but the figure only flinched slightly."The bullets bounced off?! Is he wearing armor?!""He's not human," Rizal muttered. "That's one of the 'Six Shadow Hands'... they named him: Kladivo."Maya sprinted along the side of the room, kicking a chair towards Kladivo as a distraction, then opened a briefcase containing magnetic grenades. Without hesitation, she threw one a
