The Bodyguard's
Cat Troopers

“Miscarriage? What do you mean, Adriano?” Mia's tone suddenly shot up. Disbelief affected him, so he could not control himself.

“Please yourself, baby. I'll make sure of this to Miabella when she wakes up. Your daughter looks very weak, but I know that she's forcing herself, Mia,” Adriano said.

“Then you go home, baby. I will stay there for a while,” Mia said in a tone that sounded much calmer.

“Good.” After making small talk, Adriano ends her phone call with Mia. He was pensive for a moment where he stood. The middle-aged man looked back out the window.

Just like Carlo's pair of blue eyes, which were fixed on the two men before him. Fyodor Vasiliev, standing gallantly and looking arrogantly looked back at the future successor to the throne of the Red Wolf Clan. “Alright, Young master. Introduce you. This is Mr. Pavel Sashenka. He is the head of a special forces group that I have prepared to assist you in this mission.” Fyodor's right hand was pointed at a man of almost the same stature as Carlo. However, the man had a much more violent face.

“How are you, Mr Sashenka?” greet Carlo while shaking the hand of the man in question.

“So, this is the heir to the lost throne?” Instead of replying to Carlo, the man asked back. “Happy to be involved in this mission. I have long wanted to eradicate the rats from the dirty organization,” he said with an attitude that is no less arrogant than Fyodor.

Hearing the words of Pavel who seemed provoking, Ivan seemed to have reacted. However, Carlo immediately directed his hand, gesturing for the man to remain calm and able to control himself. As much as possible Carlo must be clever to master all emotions, for the sake of creating a comfortable cooperation between himself and the government.

“I know if the name of the Red Wolf at this time no longer sounds positive in the eyes of both of you and maybe the other. Me, Mr. Fyodor Vasiliev, and also you Mr. Pavel Sashenka. The three of us don't know firsthand what the long history of the organization led by the late Nikolai Volkov, my own father, looks like. However, Igor and Ivan are also living witnesses of the organization's big name. Of course with Mr. Boris Vasiliev. He has admitted that,” said Carlo with his authoritative style of speech.

“However, of course this meeting is certainly not to discuss it repeatedly. It will just be a waste of time for free,” stressed Carlo again.

“Good. In accordance with our expertise as special forces, I have prepared the men who will be included in this mission. We also have our own strategy. However, of course it must be re-coordinated with you, Young master,” Pavel said.

“I want you to move under my command,” firmly Carlo.

“Can't!” reject Pavel immediately. “I lead my men, how suddenly ...it is impossible!” resolute again.

“Pavel correct. His troops were already used to moving under his orders. It would be an obstacle if they had to get orders from someone else,” Fyodor said.

“Does the special forces you have prepared really have mastered what the terrain there is like?” ask Igor.

Hearing such a question, Pavel instead laughed in a sneering tone. “What kind of terrain can't we conquer? You are the one who knows the ins and outs of the palace from the headquarters of the Red Wolf Clan, that too if Viktor does not change it. We know how many times have passed. Behold, the pawaris of the throne was even this tall,” pointed Pavel to make Carlo can only clench his hands.

“We've been investigating there a while ago. The headquarters of the Red Wolf Clan still remains as it used to be, nothing has changed at all,” Igor explained.

“It was really good. That is, you just make us a location plan that I and my men can learn from. That way, the Cat Squad can move freely,” said Pavel confidently.

“What do you mean by Cat Troops?” carlo asked, making Pavel laugh again.

“Look, young master doesn't even know the history in St. Petersburg,” he said again half-literate. “Let me tell you something. In World War 2, the government had deployed five thousand cats to eradicate rat pests in the city. Same thing we're going to do right now. We can't wait to quell ‘ rodents’ harm it!” pavel said with a very firm tone. “Because of that, the troops I brought in this mission I call the Cat Squad,” he concluded while grinning satisfied.

“Hm." Carlo nodded while rubbing his chin. “It looks like I have a little idea for that," he said later.

“How?” asked Fyodor with a cold look.

“One stop, Sir. The tunnel extends, even to reach the entire city of St. Petersburg. In the past, clan members used it as guerrilla access to go to every place when the world war. However, based on information from one of my spies, now that the tunnel is abandoned and unused again,” explained Igor at length.

“So, the tunnel can penetrate to anywhere?” repeat Carlo.

“Ya, Young Master,” Igor replied again confirming.

“Good. That way, the secret forces can disguise themselves as citizens of the city. Then, we draw up the power, as well as keep the ammunition there. We move like a virus to destroy Viktor's Red Wolf from the inside,” Carlo said. That brilliant idea was enough to leave a Fyodor and Pavel stunned. Inwardly, they agreed to the strategy. Now it was Carlo's turn to be satisfied.

“It looks like we can start carrying out the plan little by little from now,” Pavel said after a while he was silent.

“Alright, then. We've had a meeting this time. For the next, we just discuss through a video call,” broke up Fyodor while walking out of the old building that has been hollowed out of the roof.

Luckily it was still not entering the evening, so the atmosphere in the old building was not too dark. Pavel also stepped out after Fyodor and disappeared just like that, when he had arrived at the highway that was right in front of the building.

“Then, what will we do now?” carlo asked after only two people were left at the venue, namely Igor and also Ivan.

“Maybe we can calm down for a moment, Young Master,” advises Ivan.

“In what way?” Carlo scrunched his forehead.

“I remember if there was a pretty good old bar in the area around here. When I was young, I used to drink there,” Ivan replied.

“Yes, that's a good idea. Downing a little Rum may warm the body as well as brighten our minds, ” said Igor agreed.

“If I am .. it's up to you guys.” Carlo who was still carried away with a strange feeling from a few days ago, only responded with a slight knotty smile. After all, he also did require a bit of relaxation.

“Before in that bar, famous for his beautiful servants. Perhaps Young Master could get acquainted with one of them,” Ivan chirped as they walked towards the intended bar.

“Ah, I'm not interested at all. Anyway, I already have a lover waiting for me in Italy,” Carlo said.

“Tak be denied. The blood of the great master Nikolai flows profusely in your body. I have never seen a man whose loyalty surpasses that of Mr. Nikolai to that of Mrs Fabiola,”, Igor said proudly as he patted Carlo on the shoulder.

Gaining such flattery, the blue-eyed handsome man only revealed a faint smile. Until a while later, they did not speak again until they arrived at the bar referred to by Ivan. Quickly, Igor found them a table located in the corner, so as not to attract anyone. For him, Carlo must remain invisible despite being in the safest place.

However, it looks like Carlo's beautiful face will still be an attraction for the girls. The proof, when the tail of Igor's eyes caught a beautiful girl who smiled friendly while approaching the heir to the throne.

“Carlo? What are you doing here? Where's young lady?” There was a melodious voice the girl asked while gently touching the shoulder of the heir to the throne.

Carlo looked at it. She stared at the beautiful girl for a while, until she finally put on a small smile.