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Cold-Blooded Barista Monster in the Death Corridor
Ucok blinked several times, making sure his eyes weren't playing tricks on him. But unfortunately, what he saw was real. The huge figure stood before them, breathing heavily like a bull ready to charge."Please tell me that's just a failed cosplay," Ucok whispered in panic.Rizal didn't answer. His eyes were focused, analyzing his opponent. The monster had stitches all over its body, like a human body reassembled from different parts. Its body was huge, almost twice the size of a normal human.The old man still stood at the end of the corridor, watching them with a satisfied look. "This is my masterpiece. You can call him... Lazarus."Ucok swallowed hard. "Dude, usually when people have names like that, they're hard to kill."Lazarus suddenly moved. In an instant, the huge creature lunged forward with speed that defied its size.Rizal had only a split second to react. He jumped to the side, while Ucok screamed and rolled in the opposite direction.CRASH!The wall behind them shattered
Cold-Blooded Barista Trap in the Belly of Hell
Rizal and Ucok plummeted into darkness. They didn't know how deep the hole was, but it felt like falling forever.THUMP!Rizal landed first, his body hitting the concrete floor hard. For a moment, the world spun before he could refocus.Ucok landed right next to him, groaning and wriggling. "Dude... I think my tailbone just moved addresses."Rizal grunted, trying to get up despite his body feeling crushed. He looked around. They were now in a dark room, lit only by dim, flickering red lights.Ucok rubbed his face, then looked up. "Looks like we can't climb back up."Rizal snorted. "Yeah, I can see that too."Ucok stared at him. "Why do we always fall into trouble?"Before Rizal could answer, the sound of a moving mechanism echoed.Click. Click. Click.Ucok turned quickly. "Dude... what's that sound?"Suddenly, from the darkness, a large iron door opened. Cold air rushed in, followed by the sound of heavy footsteps dragging something behind it.Rizal and Ucok immediately went on alert.
Cold-Blooded Barista Iron Mask
The heavy footsteps grew closer. The sound of rough breathing accompanied the presence of something lurking in the dark.Ucok gripped Rizal's shoulder. "Dude... if this is a jumpscare, I'm going to take a rain check."Rizal stepped forward, trying to peer into the darkness. "Get ready. Whatever's here, we'll face it together."Suddenly, the dim lights in the room flickered, revealing a tall, large figure with a face covered by an iron mask. He carried a giant, blood-soaked hammer.Maya sobbed. "Not him again..."Satria took a step back, his eyes filled with fear. "He guards this door."Ucok grinned despite the sweat dripping from his temples. "Wow, dude, I think we should sign up for life insurance before continuing."The figure stepped forward, raising his hammer. In an instant, he swung his weapon at Rizal.CRASH!Rizal jumped to the side, the hammer hitting the floor and causing a large crack.Ucok screamed. "Dude! I'm not ready to die young!"Maya pulled Rian's hand. "We have to f
Cold-Blooded Barista The Explosion
Ucok froze in place. His mouth gaped open, but no words came out.Maya frowned, trying to make sure her eyes weren't deceiving her. "No way..."In front of them, in the middle of a room filled with flickering monitors, someone sat casually. A small smile played on his lips, his gaze calm—too calm for someone who shouldn't have been there.Raka.Rizal felt his heart drop. Raka was supposed to be… dead.Satria took a step back. "This doesn't make sense. I saw it myself… he—""—died?" Raka finished the sentence with a laid-back tone, then chuckled. "I thought so too."Ucok, usually the chatterbox, could only stare in fear. "Dude… this isn't the Raka we know, right?"Rizal tightened his grip on the iron pipe in his hand. "What happened to you?"Raka stood up slowly, raising his hands as if to calm them. "A lot has happened since we last met, Zal. And I have to say… I'm really enjoying this game."Maya stepped forward. "Game? This isn't a game, Raka! We almost died multiple times!"Raka sm
Cold-Blooded Barista The Game's Not Over
Ucok was still gasping for breath as they ran from the crumbling building. The wail of police sirens grew louder, mixing with the thumping of helicopter blades overhead."Where do we go now?" Maya asked, her voice barely audible over the din.Rizal scanned their surroundings. The streets were deserted, but there was nowhere safe to hide."We need a vehicle," Satria said. "If we stay here, we'll get caught."Ucok pointed to an old van parked across the street. "How about we… 'borrow' that?"Satria raised an eyebrow. "You can hotwire it?"Ucok chuckled. "Not just 'can,' bro. It's a hidden talent."They dashed to the van. Ucok pulled something from his pocket—a thin wire that he quickly used to pick the lock. In seconds, the engine roared to life.Maya stared at him. "Since when are you a criminal mastermind?"Ucok grinned. "Since today. Now get in before we're spotted."They all piled into the van, and Rizal slammed his foot on the gas. Tires screeched on the asphalt as they sped away f
Cold-Blooded Barista Shadows on the Verge of War
The night air was thick and humid, smelling of damp earth and crushed leaves under their shoes. Ren's hideout was far from any sign of civilization, surrounded by a forest lit only by the pale moonlight. The trees loomed like giant figures keeping watch, their shadows dancing across the ground as a gentle breeze stirred.Inside the house, the atmosphere was completely different. The glow from the computer screens cast dim reflections on their faces, highlighting the tension hanging in the air. Maya was still focused on the digital map displayed on the large screen, her fingers tracing the lines connecting the red dots."Each of these dots is one of their small bases," Ren said, his voice low and measured. "They've got underground bunkers, weapon stockpiles, and a communication network that's almost impossible to break."Ucok leaned back in his chair, rubbing his face with both hands. "We're not exactly secret agents, you know. We're just… people who happened to be in the wrong place a
Cold-Blooded Barista Shadows Beneath the City
The night deepened, but the city streets were still alive with neon lights and the glare of relentless traffic. From a distance, skyscrapers loomed like watchful giants. Yet, behind that dazzling facade, darkness lurked in narrow alleys, under overpasses, and in dimly lit backstreets.In one of those alleys, Rizal and the others crouched behind a pile of old wooden crates, observing their target building from afar. The old structure looked ordinary from the outside—dull, covered in graffiti, its wooden windows appearing fragile. But beneath that simple facade, they knew something bigger, more dangerous, lay hidden.Maya tightened her jacket. The night air felt colder than usual, or perhaps it was just the tension that ran through her veins. "We go in from the back?" she asked softly.Ren nodded. "The security system at the front is tighter. I can disable some of the sensors, but we need to move fast before they realize something's wrong."Ucok took a deep breath. "This is crazy. But I
Cold-Blooded Barista Footprints in the Corridor of Death
The silence hung in the air, heavier than ever before. Their breaths were faint in the darkness, as if the narrow walls of the corridor greedily absorbed every sound. Click... click... The old light on the ceiling flickered weakly, creating shadows that seemed to move on their own.Rizal's eyes remained locked on the man before them. There was something in the way the man stood – calm, confident, as if he had known them for a long time. There was no smile on his face, only a flat expression that made the surrounding air feel even more oppressive.Thump... thump... The man's boots creaked on the damp concrete floor, creating a slow rhythm that made time seem to crawl."You've entered a place you shouldn't have," he finally said, his voice deep and vibrating like thunder held back in a cloudy sky.Ucok chuckled, though it was clear there was tension behind it. "Well, we do tend to do that."The man stopped, his eyes narrowing. "And usually, people like you don't leave here alive."Rizal
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Marina Bay
00:59:57...Time was ticking. The black suitcase beeped like the heartbeat of a monster, ready to explode at any moment. On its LED screen, a set of coordinates pointed to one clear location: Marina Bay, Singapore.Rizal gritted his teeth. “We’ve just been played.”Ucok kicked the car tire in frustration. “No wonder the road felt too smooth—it turns out we were taking a bomb for a walk.”Nova sat leaning against a lamppost, her body still trembling. “This isn’t just a trap... it’s a message. ORION wanted us to carry this. They want us in Singapore.”Rizal looked up at Jakarta’s sky, still gray despite the coming morning. “Fine. If they’re bringing this war overseas, we’ll play it to their rhythm.”They arrived in Singapore under fake identities. Nova posed as a tech journalist from Sweden, Ucok as a Sumateran chef hoping to open a rendang diner, and Rizal as an international real estate agent under the alias “Ray Fadillah.”Ucok grumbled, “Why am I the chef? Am I really supposed to co
Shadow Operation in Kota Tua
The Jakarta night air was sticky like a politician's promises. The city never truly slept—especially when a shadow operation was about to begin in the heart of Kota Tua (Old Town), where history and blood often shook hands in silence.Rizal sat on the steps of an old, long-abandoned police post. His shoulder was still bandaged, but his eyes were as sharp as ever. Beside him, Ucok twirled a modified rifle while munching on fried snacks."Bro, are we going to war... or become historical tour guides?" Ucok muttered.Nova emerged from behind the dense foliage of a trembesi tree. "You guys have to see this," he said, showing a tablet. The screen displayed satellite imagery—a secret area in Kota Tua showing high activity over the last 48 hours."ORION is moving assets. Including, most likely... Zeta Protocol."Rizal frowned. "Zeta Protocol? I thought that was just a myth."Nova shook his head. "If it's a myth, why have hundreds of people been killed just for getting close to it?"Ucok inter
The Last Bullet in Denpasar
The Denpasar night air suddenly felt heavy. Behind an old building, a former military training ground from the New Order era, Rizal stood gazing at the bullet marks on the wall. The streetlights cast long, stark silhouettes of his body. His breathing was heavy, not from physical exertion, but from the weight of the decision he was about to make.Ucok emerged from behind a door, a short-barreled rifle in his right hand and a packet of nasi jinggo (a small, pre-packaged rice dish) in his left."Bro, eat first. Even the mafia needs carbs," he said casually.Rizal only glanced at him briefly. "Ucok, this isn't the time.""Precisely because it is the time, bro. We don't know if we'll make it out alive. At least... our stomachs will be full."Nova walked quickly from the direction of a motorcycle parked a short distance away. "They've moved. Our surveillance drone detected tactical movements from the SARKA camp. They know we're attacking tonight."Rizal nodded. "We only have one shot. One m
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