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Cold-Blooded Barista Forbidden Package
The night sky hung gloomy above them, as if pressing down on their lungs. The cold air pierced to the bone. But the chill wasn't just from the weather.Nova stood frozen in front of the rusted iron fence, her eyes fixed on the old building looming in the shadows. The warehouse was the same. Dull. Abandoned. Like an old wound that never healed."Nova?" Rizal touched her arm gently.Nova shook her head. "I was... locked up here. Three days. They tied me to a chair, spotlights right in my face. Every night, strange sounds, screams... I thought they were ghosts. But it turned out—"Ucok interrupted, "—Turned out they weren't ghosts, but drunk thugs doing karaoke?"Nova didn't laugh. Her eyes remained empty. "It turned out they were the sounds of other people... whom they tortured before me."Maya shuddered. "Are we really going into this place?"Rizal took a deep breath. "We don't have a choice."They passed through the half-collapsed fence. Thorny branches snagged their clothes. The smel
Cold-Blooded Barista Silent
The figure stood in the doorway, framed by the red glow of the still-flickering emergency alarm.His black suit was neat, but his neck… his neck had clearly been slashed. A gaping wound that wasn't bleeding, but looked fresh. His eyes were empty, but on his lips… a smile.Nova backed away slowly, her spine hitting the wall.“He… that’s Rian. I saw him die myself. I was the one—” Her voice caught. “I was the one who shot him. In the head.”Ucok immediately turned his head. “AHEM. Can I make a suggestion? If he was dead before, and now he’s alive, that means ZOMBIE, right?!”Maya raised her weapon. “This isn’t the time for jokes, Ucok.”Ucok held up his hands. “I’M NOT JOKING. Look at his NECK. This is already Resident Evil level, not GTA!”Rizal pushed Nova behind him. “Everyone back. Now.”But it was too late. Rian stepped inside, and two burly figures followed from behind. They wore masks—creepy masks with red lines crossed over the eyes.Ucok glanced at Maya. “If we all die here, I
Cold-Blooded Barista Eye
The eye blinked again.Ucok, who had just been mentally opening an Indomaret convenience store to escape his criminal life, now stood frozen. “Bro… the eye BLINKED. Not just alive, but like it’s challenging me to a staring contest!”Rizal moved closer, his eyes narrowing. “That’s not normal technology. This isn’t a camera. This is… biological.”Nova murmured, almost as if whispering a prayer, “I know that eye.”Ucok immediately jumped back. “DON’T TELL ME THAT’S RIAN’S EYE!”Nova shook her head slowly. “Worse than that.”Maya looked at her suspiciously. “Nova, we need honesty now. All this weirdness… Kaspar, Rian, this package. We have to know what’s really going on.”Nova looked at them one by one, then sat down slowly.“I once heard about experiments. A secret project from a shadowy group that even the criminal underworld was afraid to mention. They created hybrid technology… a mix of biotechnology and mind control.”Ucok slapped his forehead. “Okay, cool. Now we’re not just the maf
Cold-Blooded Barista Trust
The lights went out.Footsteps echoed.Ucok immediately dove behind an old lathe machine. "I DIDN'T SIGN UP FOR LIFE INSURANCE FOR THIS CHAPTER, HEY!"Nova, Maya, and Rizal instantly went into fighting stance. The sound of a creaking iron door came from behind, followed by heavy footsteps and the clinking of metal... the sound of combat boots.Five people entered. All armed. Black uniforms. No insignia. Faces as flat as if their holiday bonuses were rejected.And the one in front? Someone they never expected to appear so soon.Kaspar.In a long leather coat, a cigarette in his lips, and a cynical smile, he stood amidst the smoke, as if he had just descended from hell using the VIP elevator."The hide-and-seek is over, kids," he said. "Time for a serious talk. No codes. No tricks."Ucok whispered, "Seriously, this guy enters every room like he's filming a movie. Can't he ever use a normal door?"Kaspar stared sharply at Rizal. "You know, I wanted to believe you were just stupid. But no
Cold-Blooded Barista Don Asmara's Warehouse
“So, let me reiterate one more time…” Ucok looked at his three friends while wearing a construction helmet he’d somehow acquired, “…our plan is to infiltrate the most ruthless mafia boss’s warehouse in the north, steal a mysterious suitcase, and get out alive. No backup plan. No reinforcements. No snacks.”Nova sighed. “And no more corny jokes, please.”Ucok grinned proudly. “My jokes are precisely what’s keeping us sane in all this.”Rizal, who was fiddling with a small drone in his hands, stared at the old building in front of them. The warehouse stood like an iron monster, lurking. Surrounded by a high fence, surveillance cameras, and three pickup trucks guarded by armed men. Even from a distance, the place reeked of blood and extortion.“We don’t have much time. So we need to get in, grab the suitcase, and get out before they realize,” Rizal said, pressing a button—his drone began to fly low, scouting from above.Maya nodded. “If anything goes wrong…”“…we’ll pretend to be constru
Cold-Blooded Barista Explosion
BOOOOOM!!!Don Asmara's warehouse roof was thrown off like a serving hood tossed by an angry grandma. Flames licked the night sky, reflecting red shadows on the faces of Rizal, Nova, Maya, and Ucok, who were thrown sprawling from the explosion—and then landed on... a vegetable truck.Ucok shrieked, "WHY ARE THERE ALWAYS VEGETABLES IN CRUCIAL MOMENTS?!"Cabbages flew everywhere. Carrots hurtled towards Nova, who instinctively threw them back. Maya coughed, then lifted her head, "Rizal... you... you're insane."Rizal sat up, his face covered in celery leaves. "We're alive, right?"Ucok raised a hand full of spinach. "Technically, yes. In terms of self-esteem... it feels like it's passed away."In the distance, sirens wailed. The fire was still burning, but the building—and the briefcase—were destroyed.Mission accomplished.Or... so they thought.The vegetable truck actually belonged to Pak Rahmat, a cross-city fried spring roll delivery man, who, after yelling at the sight of his stowa
Cold-Blooded Barista Bullet Behind the Kiss.
"Don't move," a voice whispered from behind Nova. Cold. Close. Too close.Nova froze. Her breath hitched.Ucok, who was standing not far away, reflexively raised his hands. "If this is some kind of roleplay, please count me out. I'm just a martabak delivery guy."Rizal and Maya immediately drew their weapons, but it was too late. From the shadows, Vano appeared—with a thin smile and a gun in his hand. His clothes were black, his body thin but taut like steel wire. A gunshot wound scar on his chest was faintly visible beneath his shirt. But his eyes... they weren't ordinary human eyes."Long time no see, darling," he said, looking at Nova.Nova gritted her teeth. "You should be dead."Vano smirked. "And you should have forgotten me."Ucok whispered to Rizal, "Bro, this isn't a reunion, it's a bloody soap opera. Just waiting for the melancholic soundtrack."Vano moved closer, his weapon still aimed. "I'll give you two choices: come with me... or I kill your friends one by one."Rizal st
Cold-Blooded Barista The Man in the Safe
There are moments in life when you just know you shouldn't press that button.And Rizal had just gone and done it.The safe creaked open slowly, the sound of the metal groaning like a scream from the depths. A smell hit them – old metal and something sickly sweet, like old blood – strong enough ton make Ucok clutch his cooking pot like it was his own kid.Inside the safe… was a man.Bare-chested. Covered in scars. Chained up from his neck down to his ankles. His eyes were open – and they weren't just any eyes. They looked… like someone who'd died a hundred times but still refused to stay in the grave.Nova took a step back. "That... that's not normal."Ucok squinted. "Eh, don't tell me this is... Kaspar's ex who couldn't move on?"Rizal raised his gun. But the man didn't flinch. He just… stared at them.Calm.Too damn calm.Then… he smiled."Someone finally came. Send my regards to Kaspar… and tell him… hell isn't finished with him yet."Maya was trying to get the fingerprint scanner
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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
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