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Cold-Blooded Barista Shadows Beneath the City
The night deepened, but the city streets were still alive with neon lights and the glare of relentless traffic. From a distance, skyscrapers loomed like watchful giants. Yet, behind that dazzling facade, darkness lurked in narrow alleys, under overpasses, and in dimly lit backstreets.In one of those alleys, Rizal and the others crouched behind a pile of old wooden crates, observing their target building from afar. The old structure looked ordinary from the outside—dull, covered in graffiti, its wooden windows appearing fragile. But beneath that simple facade, they knew something bigger, more dangerous, lay hidden.Maya tightened her jacket. The night air felt colder than usual, or perhaps it was just the tension that ran through her veins. "We go in from the back?" she asked softly.Ren nodded. "The security system at the front is tighter. I can disable some of the sensors, but we need to move fast before they realize something's wrong."Ucok took a deep breath. "This is crazy. But I
Cold-Blooded Barista Footprints in the Corridor of Death
The silence hung in the air, heavier than ever before. Their breaths were faint in the darkness, as if the narrow walls of the corridor greedily absorbed every sound. Click... click... The old light on the ceiling flickered weakly, creating shadows that seemed to move on their own.Rizal's eyes remained locked on the man before them. There was something in the way the man stood – calm, confident, as if he had known them for a long time. There was no smile on his face, only a flat expression that made the surrounding air feel even more oppressive.Thump... thump... The man's boots creaked on the damp concrete floor, creating a slow rhythm that made time seem to crawl."You've entered a place you shouldn't have," he finally said, his voice deep and vibrating like thunder held back in a cloudy sky.Ucok chuckled, though it was clear there was tension behind it. "Well, we do tend to do that."The man stopped, his eyes narrowing. "And usually, people like you don't leave here alive."Rizal
Cold-Blooded Barista A Trap Within a Trap
Crack—zzzt…“You think you can run?”The voice pierced Ren's ears, sending shivers down his spine. Rizal paused briefly, his chest heaving, his mind racing.Up above, a silhouette stood on the edge of the building's roof. The dim city lights were just enough to outline his figure—upright, unyielding, like a predator enjoying its prey's panic.Ucok, who usually had a ridiculous comment for any situation, could only swallow hard. “You know, Zal? Usually, I'd say this is like an action movie… But I don't like that we're the ones playing the parts.”Ren quickly pulled Rizal and Ucok back into the narrow alley, trying to find an escape route. However, before they could move any further—BOOM!An explosion shook the ground behind them. Black smoke billowed, accompanied by flying concrete shards. The heat from the blast wave hit their backs, forcing them to run even faster.Thwack! Thwack!Gunshots echoed from various directions. Bullets hit the walls around them, creating small sparks from
Cold-Blooded Barista A Night of Snares
The night air felt heavy, like each breath they took was laced with an unseen threat. The dim streetlights cast an eerie glow on the glistening, wet asphalt, reflecting their running shadows.Tap! Tap! Tap!Their footsteps echoed loudly in the damp, narrow alley, filled with the sharp scent of rusting iron. Ren nearly slipped on a dark puddle, but Rizal caught her arm, yanking her back."You want to fall into the arms of death?!" Rizal hissed, his breath ragged, eyes wide with fear.Ucok, still trying to grasp the situation, gave a nervous chuckle. "At least it'd be a dramatic death, right?"Rizal glared, his eyes burning in the darkness. "This isn't a joke, you idiot!"Behind them, another set of footsteps echoed down the alley, dragging and uneven.Tak! Tak! Tak!Something was following them, something unseen.Ren fumbled with the radio, her fingers trembling. "Damn it! Who was that talking?" she muttered, frustrated.The raspy voice crackled from the radio, cold and threatening. "Y
Cold-Blooded Barista Breaths in the Dark Corridor
BRAKK!The iron door slammed shut, trapping them in the suffocating, oil-scented darkness. Rizal stumbled forward, his heart pounding a frantic rhythm. Ren pressed herself against the wall, her hand trembling but firm around her open switchblade. Ucok, his face ashen, nearly slipped on the slick floor, muttering curses under his breath.DOR! DOR! DOR!Bullets slammed into the metal shelves around them, shattering glass bottles and cans of unknown contents. A stinging, chemical-metallic stench filled the air, making their eyes water. Damn, they were caught in another trap, and this one felt like a death sentence.Ucok crept behind a large wooden crate, his voice shaky. "Rizal, do you know what this place is?"Rizal scanned the room, his eyes darting across shelves laden with oil drums, unlabeled chemical bottles, and... oh, no. "It's a flammable materials warehouse," he whispered, his voice laced with despair.Ren understood immediately, her face pale. "One spark..."Ucok swallowed, hi
Cold-Blooded Barista The Face Behind the Shadow
CREEEAAK…The secret panel continued to move, revealing a figure stepping out from behind the shadows.Ucok bit his lip, holding his breath. "Alien, maybe, bro?"Ren glanced sharply at him. "You think this is a sci-fi movie?"Rizal remained silent. His eyes were fixed on the figure—a tall silhouette, his steps calm, as if he had mastered this place long before they arrived.The lights in the corridor flickered, creating a dramatic effect that almost made the atmosphere even more tense. Ucok huddled behind Ren, whispering, "If he suddenly opens his cloak and there's a white light shining from his body, I'm running first."Ren just sighed, but Rizal was still focused. There was something familiar about this person.And when the figure finally emerged fully into the light, Rizal's heart almost stopped."You've really made a mess here."That voice…Ren reflexively raised his pistol, but Rizal held his arm. "Don't."Ucok frowned. "What? You know him?"Rizal nodded slowly, his eyes unwaveri
Cold-Blooded Barista Footsteps in the Shadows
The night air seeped into the narrow alley they were traversing, carrying the scent of rust and dust that swirled under the flickering neon lights. Each step felt heavy, not just from fatigue, but also from the tightening tension.Ucok walked behind Rizal and Ren, occasionally wiping his sweaty nape. "Bro, I don't like places like this. It's like... like—""Like a scene in a cheap horror movie before the first person dies?" Ren cut in, expressionless.Ucok nodded quickly. "Exactly! And I don't want to be the first one."KREK!A sound from the distance made them stop in unison. Their breaths hitched, eyes fixed on the darkness at the end of the alley. The mysterious man raised his hand, signaling them to remain silent.ZZZT!A static sound from a small radio in their ear turned on."Team Delta, report. Movement in sector 7. Ensure no one escapes."Rizal clenched his jaw. They only had a few minutes before the hunters found them.The man nodded towards a metal door on the right. "This w
Cold-Blooded Barista Fade to Black
BZTT!The screen that had displayed "GAME OVER" in cold, digital letters suddenly went completely dark. The room, which had been faintly illuminated by the monitor's light, was now enveloped in pitch blackness."Damn it!" Rizal growled, his voice cutting through the sudden, oppressive silence. His hands moved quickly, groping across the rickety table, searching for anything that could be used as a makeshift weapon.Ucok, who had been standing like a statue, flinched as a strange buzzing sound came from an unseen corner of the room. "BZZZZT… CLICK!""Bro… what was that sound?" Ucok asked, his voice trembling, sounding higher than usual.Suddenly, DUARRR! A small explosion echoed from the dark corner. Orange sparks briefly illuminated the air, casting a pale glow on their ashen faces, framed by a suffocating tension.Ren reacted instantly, his instincts as someone accustomed to facing danger kicking in. "We have to get out of here, now!"The three of them rushed towards the door simulta
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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
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