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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
Cold-Blooded Barista Crazy Srategy
Ucok was still holding his head, trying to process the fact that they had just broken into a mafia hideout. Meanwhile, Rizal was reading the list of names they had found, his eyebrows furrowed.“So, what’s the next step?” Fikri asked.Maya leaned against the wall. “We need a strategy. They’ll know there was an intruder once they realize this document is missing.”Ucok raised his hand. “I have an idea.”Rizal eyed him suspiciously. “If your idea involves martabak again, I’m not interested.”Ucok shook his head. “No, this is serious. We go back to the café and set a trap. Let them come to us.”Fikri squinted. “And how do we win if they come fully armed?”Ucok patted his chest. “Relax, I have a brilliant plan!”Maya scoffed. “Your ‘brilliant’ plans usually just bring more trouble.”Ucok grinned. “Just hear me out! We pretend to surrender, hand them the document, and then—”BANG!The sound of a door slamming came from outside. They all exchanged glances before Rizal whispered, “We need to
Cold-Blooded Barista The Mafia’s Counterattack
The air inside the café was thick with tension. Rizal placed the stolen document on the counter, staring at it like a ticking time bomb. The names listed inside could shake the entire underworld—if they survived long enough to use it.Maya checked the security cameras. “We’ve got about an hour before they come looking for us.”Ucok leaned back, sipping his iced coffee. “Perfect. That’s enough time for a power nap.”Fikri threw a coaster at him. “This is serious, Ucok!”Ucok dodged it easily. “I know! That’s why I need to be well-rested when we outsmart them.”Rizal sighed. “Alright, listen up. We have two choices: We can run and hide, or we can use this document to fight back.”Maya cracked her knuckles. “I say we fight.”Fikri rubbed his temples. “Fighting a mafia gang isn’t exactly my idea of a good time, but running forever isn’t an option either.”Ucok smirked. “Then we agree. Time to set a trap.”They split into two groups. Maya and Fikri went to spread false rumors about where t
Cold-Blooded Barista Inside the Warehouse
The air was thick with the scent of gasoline and damp concrete. The warehouse stood like a fortress, its rusted walls hiding the criminals inside. This was the mafia’s base of operations.Rizal, Maya, Ucok, and Fikri crouched behind an abandoned truck across the street, scanning the perimeter.Ucok adjusted his hoodie. “So, what’s the plan? Knock on the door and say, ‘Surprise!’?”Maya rolled her eyes. “For once, just shut up and listen.”Rizal pointed to the guards. “Four at the entrance, two on the roof with rifles. We need to be quiet.”Ucok nodded. “Silent but deadly. Got it.”Fikri whispered, “How do we get past them?”Maya smirked. “Leave that to me.”The guards stood lazily by the door, smoking. One of them checked his phone.Then, from the alley nearby—CRASH!A trash can tipped over.One guard turned. “What was that?”His friend shrugged. “Probably a rat.”Before he could turn back—THWACK!A wooden baton cracked against his skull. He crumpled. The other guard barely had time
Cold-Blooded Barista Fire
The flames danced wildly, licking the walls of the warehouse as thick black smoke curled into the night sky. The sound of crackling wood and shattering glass echoed through the empty streets.Rizal, Maya, Ucok, and Fikri watched from a safe distance, their faces illuminated by the inferno.Ucok whistled. “Well, that escalated quickly.”Maya smirked. “No loose ends, remember?”Fikri adjusted his glasses. “We should leave before the cops arrive.”Rizal nodded. “Let’s move.”They turned toward the alley, but before they could take another step—VRRROOOM!A pair of headlights flared to life from the other end of the street. A sleek black car screeched to a halt, blocking their escape route.Ucok groaned. “Oh, come on! Can’t we get a break?”The car doors opened, and three figures stepped out. The middle one was tall, wearing a crisp suit, his silver hair neatly combed back. His piercing eyes locked onto Rizal.“You must be the troublemaker I’ve been hearing about.”Rizal clenched his fist
Cold-Blooded Barista The Brother's Arrival
A hush fell over the battleground as the man standing atop the wrecked car adjusted his sunglasses and grinned. His presence alone radiated confidence, a stark contrast to the chaos surrounding them.“Ucok…” Rizal muttered, narrowing his eyes. “You never told me you had a brother.”Ucok scratched the back of his head sheepishly. “Well, you never asked.”Adrian, still wearing his gas mask, turned his gun toward the newcomer. “Who the hell are you?”The man hopped down from the car hood, landing with effortless grace. He took his time dusting off his leather jacket before finally answering. “Name’s Budi. But you can call me—” He paused dramatically, flashing a grin. “—your worst nightmare.”Ucok clapped his hands excitedly. “Damn, that was a good one!”Adrian, unimpressed, pulled the trigger. BANG!But Budi was already in motion. With lightning reflexes, he dodged to the side, the bullet barely grazing his sleeve. In the same movement, he reached for his belt, flicking a small knife int
Cold-Blooded Barista The Shadow's Message
The air was thick with the acrid scent of smoke and gunpowder. Rizal let go of Adrian’s lifeless body, letting it slump onto the pavement. His mind raced. Someone had just tied up their loose end for them—but why?Maya kept her gun raised, scanning the rooftops. "Whoever that was, they didn’t miss by accident. That was an execution shot."Ucok, still gripping the metal rod he’d been using as a weapon, wiped the sweat off his forehead. "Well, uh… on the bright side, at least we don’t have to drag Adrian around now?"Rizal shot him a glare. "Not the time, Ucok."Budi remained eerily calm, adjusting his leather jacket as he walked over to Adrian’s corpse. He knelt down, his fingers brushing against the wound. A clean shot—straight through the head. No hesitation. No chance for survival."This wasn’t a random hit," Budi murmured. "This was a message."Maya exhaled sharply. "Yeah? And what kind of psycho sends a message with a bullet to the skull?"As if on cue, a faint buzz echoed through
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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