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Cold-Blooded Barista A New Aroma in the City
Morning at Rizal’s café felt calmer than usual. After the fierce battle against Fajar, crime in the city seemed to have subsided. But in this world, peace was often just an illusion before a new storm arrived.Ucok sat at the bar, stirring his coffee while reading the newspaper. "Bro, did you know? Since Fajar fell, a lot of small gangs have started fighting over territory. They think this city is up for grabs without a ruler."Damar, who was sharpening a small knife, smirked. "That means there’s going to be trouble again."Rizal took a slow sip of his coffee. "There’s always trouble. But this time, we’re no longer the main players. We’re just baristas."Ucok chuckled. "Yeah, baristas who can kill people with a coffee spoon."Kling!The bell above the door rang. A stranger walked in, wearing a gray suit with confident steps. From the way he scanned the room, Rizal knew this man wasn’t an ordinary customer.The man sat at the front table, then locked eyes with Rizal. "Espresso. Black.
Cold-Blooded Barista An Offer Too Good to Refuse
After Rendra left, Rizal’s café returned to its usual quiet atmosphere. Only the sound of the espresso machine and light chatter from customers filled the room. But Rizal’s mind remained unsettled. That offer wasn’t just an ordinary job.Ucok tapped the counter. “Bro, I don’t like that guy.”Damar crossed his arms. “Me neither. He didn’t just come to offer a job. He definitely has another agenda.”Rizal sighed and picked up the business card Rendra had left behind. Santoso Security Agency. A name that sounded legitimate, but to Rizal, it was just a front for something deeper.Suddenly, police sirens echoed from the street in front of the café. Rizal glanced outside. Two patrol cars stopped across the road, and several officers got out, talking to someone in a narrow alley.Ucok peeked as well. “What now? This city never truly stays quiet, huh?”Damar grabbed a towel and started wiping the counter, though his eyes remained fixed on the scene. “If the cops are involved, it means somethi
Cold-Blooded Barista Shadows of the Past
Rizal slowly closed the folder. His eyes remained fixed on the photo inside. A familiar face. A face that once stood by his side—before everything turned into chaos.Rendra leaned back in his chair. "I know you recognize him."Rizal looked up, his expression unreadable. "I thought he was dead."Rendra gave a slight smirk. "A lot of people thought so."The man in the photo was Leonard Wijaya, one of the biggest masterminds in the city's underworld years ago. He was the brains behind numerous illegal operations, from arms dealing to high-end drug distribution. Rizal knew him well.Because once, they were brothers-in-arms.Back then, Rizal and Leonard worked under the same boss. They fought together, built networks, and protected each other. Until one day, Leonard betrayed everything they had built.And now, he was back."He won't stop until he gets what he wants," Rendra said. "And I'm sure he'll come looking for you too."Rizal remained silent, his fingers tapping lightly on the table.
Cold-Blooded Barista The Hunt Begins
Rizal walked out of the warehouse, his mind racing. The night air was thick with tension, and the distant hum of the city barely reached this abandoned part of town. He had just made a deal with the devil—Leonard. But if someone was targeting his people, he had no choice but to play the game again.As he reached his motorcycle, his phone buzzed.He hesitated before answering. “Who is this?”A distorted voice replied, “You have 24 hours to find me, Barista. Or your friend dies.”Rizal’s grip tightened around the phone. “Where is he?”The voice chuckled. “That would be too easy. Come and find me. I’ll be waiting at the place where everything ended.”The line went dead.Rizal clenched his jaw. The place where everything ended? There was only one place that fit that description.The old docks.Rizal rode straight to the café, where Damar was pacing nervously outside.“Where the hell have you been?” Damar demanded. “Ucok’s missing, and I’ve been getting weird calls all night!”Rizal parked
Cold-Blooded Barista Brewing Storm
The night had settled over the city, but Rizal’s mind refused to rest. Sitting in the dimly lit café, he stared at the cup of espresso in front of him, untouched. The bitter aroma mixed with the scent of rain that had started drizzling outside.Ucok sat across from him, nursing a bruised wrist. “Bro, you sure we should just let that bastard go?”“He won’t stay hidden for long,” Rizal muttered. “Reza’s not the type to give up. If he’s got bigger players backing him, we need to be ready.”Leonard leaned against the counter, arms crossed. “Then it’s time to start digging. We need to know who’s pulling the strings.”Damar walked in, shaking off his wet jacket. “I made some calls. Word on the street is, there’s been movement in the old districts—smuggling routes reopening, new faces in the game.”Ucok raised an eyebrow. “You mean Reza’s not the top dog?”“Far from it.” Damar sat down. “Someone’s been cleaning up the mess left behind when the old bosses disappeared. And guess what? They kno
Cold-Blooded Barista A Ghost from the Past
The name Adrian Kusuma burned in Rizal’s mind like a brand. He hadn’t heard it in nearly a decade, but the memories resurfaced instantly—bloodstained streets, whispered orders, and a betrayal that nearly cost him his life.Leonard glanced at the list in Rizal’s hands. “You know him.”It wasn’t a question.Ucok raised an eyebrow. “Judging by your face, this dude ain't just some random crime boss.”Rizal took a slow breath. “Adrian Kusuma is the reason I left this life. He tried to have me killed.”Damar whistled. “Well, that’s awkward.”Rizal’s grip on the paper tightened. “If he’s back in the game, we’re dealing with more than just a syndicate. Adrian doesn’t take chances. If he’s involved, it means he’s already planned five steps ahead.”Leonard leaned against the desk. “Then we better move fast.”Rizal nodded. “First, we need to figure out where he is. And second—”Ucok smirked. “—we crash his party.”Finding Adrian wasn’t easy. The Cobra Syndicate was well-connected, and their oper
Cold-Blooded Barista Interrogation
The night air was thick with the acrid scent of smoke as Rizal clenched his fists. Adrian had slipped through his fingers again, but this time, it wasn’t just another lost opportunity—it was personal.Ucok kicked over a trash can in frustration. “That slippery bastard always has an escape plan, huh?”Leonard holstered his gun. “We should’ve seen it coming. Adrian’s too smart to get caught like that.”Damar, still catching his breath, leaned against the alley wall. “So what now? We go back and lick our wounds, or do we push forward?”Rizal wiped the blood from his lip and straightened. “We push forward.”Leonard smirked. “That’s what I was hoping you’d say.”Adrian was a ghost, but every ghost left behind traces. If they couldn’t get to him directly, they’d hit his network—piece by piece.Damar pulled up a laptop at their safe house. “I managed to clone some data from the club’s security system before things went sideways.”He typed rapidly, eyes scanning the screen. “Adrian didn’t com
Cold-Blooded Barista Fire and Fury
The explosion sent a shockwave through the airport, BOOM!—flames erupted, metal twisted, and debris rained down like deadly confetti. Rizal barely had time to react before a blast of heat washed over him.“Down!” he shouted.Ucok tackled Damar out of the way as a flaming piece of wreckage crashed onto the tarmac. Leonard shielded his face with his arm, eyes scanning for any sign of Adrian.Rizal pushed himself up, coughing against the thick black smoke. Adrian had to be here.Then he saw it—a shadow moving through the flames.Adrian Kusuma, slipping away like a phantom in the chaos.“Oh, no you don’t,” Rizal growled.Rizal sprinted after him, weaving through the wreckage. Adrian was fast, but Rizal was faster.Adrian ducked into a service tunnel beneath the airport. Rizal followed, gun drawn.The tunnel was dimly lit, the hum of machinery echoing off the walls. Water dripped from overhead pipes.Footsteps. Close.Then—WHOOSH!A knife whizzed past Rizal’s ear, embedding itself in the w
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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