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Cold-Blooded Barista The Final Hunt
The silence after the fight didn’t last long. Rizal knew they couldn’t waste a second. Leonard was still out there, and he wouldn’t sit still after losing his men.Maya reloaded her gun, her expression unreadable. "We need to move now. If we wait, Leonard will regroup."Ucok wiped the sweat off his forehead. "I hate to say this, but she’s right. I’d rather end this tonight than wake up tomorrow with a knife at my throat."Dinda was already on her laptop, hacking into the security cameras around the city. "Give me a few minutes. I’ll find him."Rizal took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the moment. They had been through so much—ambushes, betrayals, near-death encounters. But now, it was clear. This was the final stretch.A sudden notification popped up on Dinda’s screen. "Found him!"Everyone immediately gathered around."He’s at an abandoned shipyard near the docks. Looks like he brought reinforcements." Dinda zoomed in on the footage. Several black SUVs were parked near a massiv
Cold-Blooded Barista Duel
The night air at the shipyard was filled with the sound of footsteps and the clanking of metal. Rizal and his team moved swiftly, weaving through the narrow passageways between towering, rusted containers. They knew this was the endgame. There would be no second chances.Maya tucked her gun into her back holster and tightened her gloves. “So, are we going in quietly or just crashing the party?”Ucok, as usual, chuckled. “You know I always prefer loud.”Dinda’s voice came through their earpieces. “I’ve hacked into their security system. There are about eight men inside the main building, not including Leonard. Be careful.”Rizal nodded. “Alright. We go in from two directions. Ucok and I will take the front, Maya goes through the roof.”Without another word, they split up.Leonard stood before a wooden table cluttered with maps and documents, his expression calm despite the growing anxiety among his men.“Boss, they’re inside,” one of his men reported.Leonard only smirked. “Let them com
Cold-Blooded Barista Fire in the Darkness
The clang of bullets hitting old metal echoed through the warehouse. Rizal and Ucok took cover behind a stack of wooden crates, their edges worn and rotting with age. The damp scent of wood mixed with machine oil and the acrid stench of gunpowder filled the air.At the top of a rusted iron staircase, Leonard stood calmly. A sly smirk curled on his lips as he casually spun his pistol, as if this whole situation was nothing more than a game to him."You really think you can win, Rizal?" Leonard’s voice rang out. "I’ve been expecting you. I knew you’d come."Ucok glanced at Rizal, unimpressed. "Bro, I don’t like how he talks. Can we slap him first before we start fighting?""Focus, Cok," Rizal muttered, his eyes scanning their surroundings. More than a dozen of Leonard’s men were closing in, each armed to the teeth.Suddenly—CREEAAAKA door on the upper floor creaked open.Maya.From the shadows, she stepped forward, her gun raised. Her movements were steady and calculated, her aim lock
Cold-Blooded Barista Coffee and Bullets
The night sky in Medan looked overcast. The streetlights flickered dimly, adding to the gloomy atmosphere in the narrow alley where Rizal and Ucok were hiding. The sound of a patrol car roared in the distance, making Rizal even more alert. He glanced at Ucok, who was busy munching on peanuts."Can't you be serious for a second?" Rizal whispered sharply.Ucok looked at him with a blank expression. "What? I'm hungry, Zal. Besides, if we die later, at least I won't die hungry."Rizal sighed. Since when did Ucok become so casual about life-and-death situations? But that's how his friend was—more joking than helping.Suddenly, the sound of footsteps approached. Rizal pressed himself against the wall, his eyes watching the moving shadow at the end of the alley. Ucok was still busy chewing, but finally put his peanuts away when he realized the situation was getting tense."We have to go," Rizal whispered.Ucok nodded. "Let's go, before they realize we're still here."However, before they cou
Cold-Blooded Barista Never Ending Troubles
Ucok was still busy boasting about his so-called heroic act. He walked with his chest puffed out like a hero who had just saved the world."Zal, did you see me back there? Just like in an action movie! Threw a rock, and boom—enemy ran away! This is pure talent, man."Rizal just snorted. "Your so-called talent is causing trouble, not being a hero."Ucok chuckled. "Well, the important thing is we're safe, right?"They walked through the now-quiet alley. The streetlights flickered, adding to the eerie atmosphere. Rizal scanned their surroundings, making sure no one was following them.Ucok, still holding the gun he had snatched from the tattooed man, started playing with it. He mimicked a cop from the movies, pointing the weapon in the air and shouting, "Freeze! Police!"Rizal immediately smacked his hand. "Oi! Put that away. You want us to get arrested for real?"Ucok pouted. "Relax, Zal. I’m just practicing."Rizal took a deep breath. Dealing with Ucok was exhausting, but at the same t
Cold-Blooded Barista Strategy
Ucok kept staring at Rizal with a terrified expression. His legs were shaking anxiously while his eyes remained fixed on the piece of paper in Rizal’s hand."24 hours."Ucok swallowed hard. "Zal, are you sure we can't just run? We could hide out of town, at least until things calm down."Rizal shook his head slowly. "They’ve probably got people watching every corner of the city. If we run, we die. Besides, I’m not the kind of person who runs away from problems."Ucok groaned in frustration. "Yeah, but we’re not soldiers who can just shoot our way out of this. These guys are mafia, Zal! Mafia! You know what that means? We could disappear in one night!"Rizal calmly took a sip of his coffee. "That’s why we need a plan."Ucok leaned back in his chair, his eyes still filled with fear. "So what’s the plan? Tell their boss this is all just a misunderstanding? Or fake our deaths so they stop looking for us?"Rizal gave a faint smile. "We make them think twice before killing us."Ucok looked
Cold-Blooded Barista Between Life and Death
Ucok bit his lip, his eyes still fixed on Rizal, who sat calmly as if there was nothing to worry about. Meanwhile, out there, they were being hunted."Are you sure about this, Zal?" Ucok finally spoke, his voice slightly trembling. "If we make the wrong move, we’re dead. Finished. Game over."Rizal shrugged. "If we do nothing, we’re still dead, ‘Cok. So, we might as well die fighting."Ucok let out a long sigh. "God, I hate it when you start talking like a movie action hero. The reality is, we’re not the good guys, Zal. We’re just—""Two guys who happen to be smarter than most people." Rizal grinned.Ucok covered his face with both hands, frustrated. "Whatever, I’m only going along because I don’t want to die alone. But our plan better make sense."Rizal patted Ucok’s shoulder. "Trust me."Ucok could only sigh before taking a sip of his now-cold black coffee.That night, they began to move. Rizal knew one thing: if they wanted to survive, they needed something to use against the mafia
Cold-Blooded Barista The Power of Information
Ucok was still staring at his phone screen, his mouth slightly open. The contents of the recording were like a ticking time bomb, ready to explode.In the recording, Daniel Surya’s voice was crystal clear, discussing illegal transactions involving high-ranking police officers and government officials. There was evidence of them talking about smuggling goods, money laundering, and even assassinating key witnesses.Rizal closed his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath. "Ucok, we’re not just holding a big secret. This… this could destroy everyone involved."Ucok swallowed hard. "And it could get us dumped in the river as corpses, Zal."Rizal opened his eyes, his gaze filled with determination. "That’s why we have to be smart. We can’t just keep this and hope things resolve themselves. We need a plan."Ucok scratched his head, then sipped his now-cold coffee. "If we hand it over to the police, they might come after us instead. If we sell it to another mafia, we’re just swapping one thr
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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