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Cold-Blooded Barista No Easy Way Out
The alley was dimly lit, with a single flickering neon light casting eerie shadows on the damp walls. The two large men blocking Rizal and Ucok’s escape route weren’t your average nightclub bouncers. Their stance, their hardened expressions—it was clear they were professionals.Ucok exhaled dramatically. "Zal, please tell me you have a brilliant plan for this."Rizal tilted his head, assessing their opponents. "Of course. Step one: don’t get punched in the face."Before Ucok could respond, one of the men lunged forward, aiming a heavy fist at Rizal’s jaw. But Rizal was faster. He dodged to the side, letting the man’s momentum carry him forward before slamming his knee into the attacker’s ribs.THUD!The man staggered but didn’t go down. His partner, however, didn’t hesitate. He pulled a knife from his belt and slashed toward Ucok.Ucok yelped, jumping back just in time. "Oi! Who brings a knife to a fistfight?!"Rizal grabbed a trash can lid from the side of the alley and flung it at t
Cold-Blooded Barista Betrayal
Rizal stared at the masked man's body sprawled on the old warehouse floor. His breath was still ragged, his hands stained with blood, whether his or his enemy's. Behind him, Ucok raised his hands, his face tense, but as usual, he still managed to make a comment, "Dude, are you sure we're still on the battlefield or is this a martial arts movie audition?"Before Rizal could answer, the sound of approaching footsteps echoed. He immediately raised his pistol, targeting the shadow that appeared from behind a pile of wooden crates."You're too cautious, Rizal."That voice... cold, familiar, and hit him like a sledgehammer to his chest.The figure stepped forward into the light—his face was familiar. A sturdy man in a black suit that was still neat despite being in the middle of this chaos.Nova.Ucok gaped. "Wait, what are you doing here? Don't tell me you're making a sudden cameo?"Nova gave a small smile. "Unfortunately, not a cameo, Ucok. I'm the main player behind all this."Rizal felt
Cold-Blooded Barista Impossible Escape
Nova stood with his hands in his pockets, his smile unchanged. Behind him, several armed men were ready to pull the trigger at any moment."You think you can run from this, Zal?" his voice sounded casual, but full of threat.Ucok swallowed. "Dude, I think this is the moment we start praying earnestly."Rizal remained silent, his eyes scanning the surroundings. They were in a dead-end alley, with only one iron door beside them, which appeared to be locked. There was nowhere to escape."You have a choice," Nova continued. "Lower your weapons, come with me quietly, and maybe I'll consider not shooting you in the head right now."Ucok turned to Rizal, whispering. "Dude, is that an option or a threat?""A mix of both," Rizal replied softly.Ucok sighed. "In that case, can we choose a third option?"Rizal gave a faint smile. "That's the plan."CRASH!Without warning, Rizal kicked the metal trash can towards Nova and his men. Instantly, chaos erupted. Ucok, who had been ready, jumped towards
Cold-Blooded Barista Bullets in the Shadows
Ucok swallowed hard, his heart racing. "Man, I think we need to get out of here, like, right now."Rizal remained calm, but his eyes were fixed on the man who had just emerged from the crate. "Who are you? Why are they after you?"The man was still panting, clearly having gone through something terrible. "I... my name is Reza. I'm an investigative journalist. I found something I wasn't supposed to... and now they want me dead."Ucok scoffed. "Great. Now we're babysitting a guy who's also being hunted by the mafia? Man, our lives just keep getting more interesting."TAP TAP TAP!The footsteps outside were getting louder. Rizal moved quickly, pressing himself against the wall, peeking through the slightly open warehouse door. Several heavily armed men were surrounding the building."How many are there?" Ucok whispered."At least six. Could be more," Rizal replied softly.Reza shook his head in panic. "We can't take them. They're ruthless. I saw how they tortured anyone who got in their
Cold-Blooded Barista Friend or Foe?
The tension inside the warehouse was suffocating. Adrian glared at the old man, while Rizal quietly assessed his surroundings. He knew one wrong move could get everyone killed.Ucok, who had been terrified from the start, whispered in Rizal's ear. "Man, who's this old dude? Could he be another enemy?"Rizal didn't answer immediately. He was still trying to analyze the situation. The old man carried a different aura—he didn't seem panicked or scared like most people in a shootout. Instead, he seemed to be enjoying it all.Adrian, who had been so confident, now appeared more cautious. "I have no business with you, Old Man. Leave before I change my mind."The old man just smiled slightly, then turned to Rizal. "You're Rizal, aren't you?"Rizal nodded slowly. "Who are you?"The old man didn't answer right away. He studied Rizal for a moment before saying, "You've gone too far into this game, son. And now, you have to choose: survive or die in vain."Ucok swallowed hard. "Man, this is gett
Cold-Blooded Barista Explosion
The air inside the warehouse grew increasingly stifling, as if every breath held a tension that could explode at any moment. Rizal still stared at the old man warily, while Adrian felt his neck where he'd nearly been sliced.Ucok, who had been silent all this time, finally spoke up. "Dude, are we really going to trust him? This is like something out of an action movie, man. Usually, the ones who act all nice end up stabbing you in the back!"The old man chuckled, his eyes still sharp as he looked at Adrian. "I understand your doubts. But we don't have time for a long debate. Adrian's people won't stay idle. We need to get out of here before they come."Rizal nodded. He knew this wasn't the time for prolonged thinking. "Do you have a plan?"The old man raised his detonator. "We'll create a little chaos."Before anyone could react, he pressed the button.BOOM!The sound of the explosion shook the warehouse, sending splinters of wood and dust flying. Ucok screamed and immediately took co
Cold-Blooded Barista The Hunt
The city night still held onto its sweltering heat, but the sweat trickling down Rizal's temples wasn't solely due to the temperature. Their steps were hurried as they navigated the narrow alleys, avoiding any potential prying eyes.Ucok, walking behind him, kept glancing back. "Bang, I don't think we can go back to the usual place. They've probably spread out to look for us."The old man who had been accompanying them nodded in agreement. "We need a temporary hideout. I know a place that's relatively safe."Rizal stared at the man. "Who are you, really?"The man offered a thin smile. "An old friend of your father's."Ucok almost choked on his own saliva. "Huh?! So, Bang Rizal is... some kind of organization heir?"Rizal let out a long sigh. "Don't start with your drama, Cok."The old man continued walking, gesturing for them to follow. After a few minutes, they arrived at an old house on the city's outskirts. The building looked neglected, but as soon as they stepped inside, the atmo
Cold-Blooded Barista Entering the Enemy's Lair
Ucok paced back and forth in the small room, while Rizal and the old man were engrossed in planning. The atmosphere was so quiet, the only sound was the old man's fingers tapping rapidly on the keyboard."If we want to get into Hariman's building, we need to know the security system first," the old man said without taking his eyes off the screen.Ucok leaned against the wall. "Yeah, yeah... and I bet a rich guy like him has more security guards than cops in this city."Rizal nodded. "That's why we can't just barge in."The old man pressed a few buttons, and the blueprint of Hariman's building appeared on the screen. "I managed to hack into their internal server. This is the main building's layout."Ucok peered over, trying to understand the image on the screen. "Okay, so where do we go in?"The old man pointed to one spot. "There's access from the underground parking. It's usually used for staff and deliveries. Security is looser compared to the main entrance."Rizal studied the map c
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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
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