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Cold-Blooded Barista On Komodo Island
The screech of metal echoed as the automatic steel door slid open inside the secret bunker. Red light bathed the narrow hallway, leading Rizal, Nova, Ucok, and Maya deeper into the heart of the enemy's lair. They weren’t exactly sure where they were… until a digital sign on the wall lit up:“WELCOME TO KOMODO ISLAND – Global Digitalization Experiment Zone.”Ucok swallowed hard. “Bro… this ain’t a vacation, right? No one brought sunscreen?”Nova glanced over while readying her pistol. “All we brought were bullets and vengeance.”It turned out, SARKA had made this island their main base—behind the facade of tourism and natural beauty lay a digital hell where they stored data, weapons, and developed mind-control chips to dominate the global black market.Rizal glanced at a holographic screen displaying body temperature, emotions, and heart rates of every individual on the island. “They can tell who’s lying, who’s breathing too fast, even who secretly watches K-dramas.”Ucok broke into a
Cold-Blooded Barista Yakuza Shadows and Tokyo Whispers
The old helicopter rattled violently across the Japanese sky. The rotors shrieked, the fuel was low, and the Tokyo wind was unforgiving. But that wasn't what made Rizal grip the back of his seat so tightly—it was the information Maya had just confirmed from the flash drive of their latest heist:“SARKA’s central headquarters are directly beneath the Shinjuku district, disguised as an underground jazz club. But it’s actually the control center for their global network.”Ucok peered out the window. “I can’t believe it. We just got out of a tropical hell, now we’re going into… a metropolitan hell?”Nova cocked her weapon, the right side of her cheek still bearing a scratch from the shootout on Komodo Island. “We’re not going to Tokyo for sushi. We’re going there for war.”Rizal only nodded slowly. His face was no longer the same—there was a burning fire in his eyes, as if he knew that what they were about to face… wasn’t just armed enemies, but a criminal legacy decades in the making: th
Cold-Blooded Barista Blood, DNA, and Past Sins
Rizal stared at the face. A face he had only ever seen in his mother's old photographs, hidden in a dusty album—a man with a sharp gaze, a strong jawline, and a small scar above his right eyebrow.“Impossible…”The Architect, the man he had just tried to kill, the man who had hunted them all the way to Komodo Island, the man who had nearly razed Tokyo to the ground—stood before him and called him:“My son.”Nova spun around, aiming her pistol. “Zal, he’s lying!”Rizal didn’t move. His eyes didn’t blink. “What… did you just say?”The Architect walked slowly towards him, hands open as if asking for an embrace, even though his body radiated the aura of a world-class killer.“I didn’t leave your mother because I was weak. I left because I had to build something… power. This world can’t be fixed with morals, Rizal. This world must be controlled.”“By killing millions of people?”“By saving billions more from chaos.”Rizal raised his weapon. His hand trembled. His voice was hoarse.“You’re
Cold-Blooded Barista Bloodshed in the Heart of Snow
The snow fell softly, but blood flowed heavily. In the mafia world, it wasn't the strongest who survived—but the most ruthless.Rizal's footsteps crunched on the frozen ground of Vladivostok. His breath froze in the air, but his mind burned. Behind him, Maya checked spare bullets, while Nova tinkered with a sound detection device. Ucok? He was busy slipping plastic bags into his jacket. "What's that, Cok?" Nova asked suspiciously. "Natural body warmers," Ucok replied pretentiously scientific. "If we get cold later, we can just pee in here." Nova sighed. "Did you bring grenades?" "Brought 'em." "Good. If you cause trouble, I'll throw you with them."They ducked as a drone passed overhead. Silent, like a digital ghost. Nova pressed a button on her jammer, and the drone fell like a fly hit by an electric swatter. "Quick. We don't have much time," Maya said, looking at her watch. "The latest data shows The Architect is in an underground bunker. Guarded by 12 men. All ex-military." Rizal c
Cold-Blooded Barista Frozen Tragedy, Boiling Revenge
Snow can be cold, but revenge always simmers.Rizal and his team landed in the snowy wilderness of Northern Russia, the last known location of The Architect's network. The temperature was minus twenty degrees Celsius. But their heads were hotter than a freshly fired RPG launcher.Rizal stood gazing at the softly falling snow. In his left hand: an old photograph. On the back was a name: "Adelmo - Prototype of Destruction."Nova shivered inside her thick jacket, her teeth chattering like loose change in a washing machine."I'm already as cold as a frozen chicken nugget. Are you sure this guy is still alive?"Ucok emerged from behind a stack of ice containers, carrying a large thermos."Relax... I made sweet tea with vodka. It can warm the heart and burn away the past."Maya smirked. "And if we're lucky, burn down their headquarters too."They infiltrated an old industrial complex that looked deserted, but satellite imagery showed activity. Strange communication signals emanated from the
Cold-Blooded Barista Digital Hell on Komodo Island
Rizal stared at the old monitor screen inside their emergency headquarters in Jakarta. On the screen, a satellite image of Komodo Island displayed a flashing red light at its center. In the top right corner: a blinking logo read "SIGMA CORE - CLASSIFIED - PROTOCOL RED-OMEGA".Ucok stood behind him, munching on spicy chips while reading a mission report."Bro, is this for real? Komodo Island isn't just about komodo dragons? Now there's a digital hell server there?"Nova retorted, polishing her folding knife. "If it's true, they're not just hiding data... they're controlling digital weapon systems from that location."Maya turned on the projector: a world map appeared, with red lines converging on a central point: Komodo Island."All cyberattack routes in recent weeks—from the digital economic riots in Europe to the NATO drone shutdown—originated from here."Rizal smirked faintly."Time for us to take a vacation... to hell."The team landed at midnight via speedboat. The sky was black.
Cold-Blooded Barista 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
Cold-Blooded Barista 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
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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