[Comprehensive] Hong Kong black acquisition plan

There is a strange bar in Yokohama shopping street.It is said to be a bar, but the signboard does not say bartending but food, and it can be said that the interior decoration of the restaurant is no different from that of an ordinary bar.There is a bar, there are high stools, there are many wine cabinets and glasses, maybe there is more metal work in it than the average bar.

But what really makes the citizens of Yokohama feel strange is that the business hours of this bar named "Danube" are very irregular and strange.Sometimes it will open during the day, sometimes it will open at dusk and close soon, and sometimes even the iron gate will be closed for a long time.

Danube Bar is the weirdest bar on Yokohama Commercial Street. Its business hours and items sold vary. If the proprietress of Danube Bar is in a good mood, you can even buy anything you want from her.

From as small as a bottle of rare fine wine to as large as a hard-to-get munition, this mysterious and weird bar gradually spread a rumor in the underworld.

If you can cheer up the lady at the Danube Bar, you can even buy a country from her.

Of course, these were just rumors. After all, doing business with Annabelle was no different from dealing with demons.

"Whoo~"

Annabelle sits at the empty bar and lights a cigarette A pen automatically signs on a tablet with a white double flower badge,

"I know, I will definitely go back to Jesso Manor before Christmas, um, without Mr. Nakaya, it's just me and you, and Elisa, just the three of us. How is Neo doing? Let him be. Movie copyright? What is that? Oh~ yes, but it can’t be blond and blue-eyed, and the Mirufiore family can’t appear in it. Well, the meeting of the four major families next year will be held by our Mirufiore family. I have contacted the other three family leaders. Of course I will attend. I am still the leader of Mirufiore in name. I will ask someone to arrange a private jet for me. In fact, you can also come to Yokohama to have a look. I even reserved the guest room for you. Hey, I'm waiting for you to move Jesso Manor to Yokohama."

After the video call was hung up, Annabella also finished her work. Bernier and Bailan had already verified many documents in advance. She only needed to grasp the direction of the continuation of the Mirufiore family and Bailan could do anything else.

The Danube Bar is her Yokohama toy to pass the time more like an "office" where she can handle family matters.Both Annabella and Nakahara Chuya agreed to never bring home matters or documents related to the forces behind them. No matter what their identities were outside, they were just themselves at home.

"Hello, Miss Annabella Jesso, my name is Fyodor Dostoevsky."

Fyodor, who was wearing a thick cotton coat and a furry winter hat on his head, sat down on the empty chair opposite Annabella who was enjoying afternoon tea in the coffee shop.

Annabella held up her coffee cup and turned a page of the newspaper without looking up,

"You appeared before me earlier than I expected, Mr. Fyodor."

"Ahem, I'm very sorry for interrupting your tea time."

"You do need to apologize, my time is precious. Say,"

Annabelle folded the newspaper and looked at the pale Fyodor strangely,

"Is Yokohama as cold as Russia?"

"My own health is just bad, I'm a little chilly."

"That's really hard work. Is there anything you can do for me? It's not as simple as just wanting to say hello to me, is it?"

Fyodor looked at the calm Annabelle,

"I heard that Miss Annabella quit the Hellfire Club?"

"Well, there is no nutrient for me to absorb."

"I see, it's a pity. I thought the Mirufiore family would think that the Hellfire Club is a good prop."

Annabella put down the empty glass in her hand,

"Xiao came to Japan because of your bewitching, right? You really meddle in your own business, Mouse."

Fyodor clenched his fist in front of his mouth and coughed weakly a few times,

"Ahem, I just provided the black king with some trivial news. I thought the white king would be very happy to see his old friends from the Hellfire Club at that time."

Annabella looked at him in surprise,

"Aren't you stupid enough to think that being able to sit at the same table as me and talk to you means that you can sit on an equal footing with me, Fyodor? The towering tree doesn't care about the mayfly's regret tree game."

Fyodor smiled at Annabella,

"But no matter how strong the big tree is, the rats living in the ground can eat up their roots."

"Oh, it also depends on whether there is a place for you to live under the roots of the Mirufiore family."

Annabelle leaned closer and stretched out her hand to touch the brim of his ear cap, the thick and bloody darkness overflowing from his body,

"Don't always let me down so much, mouse, the poisonous snake is watching you all the time."

"Hehe, snakes and mice in nature, who is the hunter and the prey?"

"Ala, this question may require a gamble to know."

Fyodor chuckled and looked at her deep blue eyes with rare crimson,

"What does Magneto want to bet on?"

"Just bet,"

Annabelle raised the corners of her lips and whispered to him,

"What's the list of members of your organization [Five Decays of Heaven and Man]?"

"So,"

Fyodor raised his hand to caress Annabelle's cheek,

"what can you give me?"

An extremely sharp dagger slipped out of Annabella's sleeve and blocked Fyodor's hand and smiled,

"Don't be so impatient, sweetboy. The game hasn't really started yet."

"Then I will, we'll see."

"Please do, wait and see."

Fyodor got up gracefully to leave, Annabella took out a handkerchief and wiped her fingers and dagger that just touched the winter hat on Fyodor's head, dissatisfied,

"All soiled with filthy rats."

The spotless white handkerchief was thrown into the trash can, Annabelle got up to check out, left the cafe and walked home,

"Ah, when will such a day be the end?"

Although Annabelle was complaining and complaining, she couldn't hide the excitement in her eyes.The world is tired of the process of love and pursuit, everything within easy reach.

In the past, she yearned for peaceful days, but the turmoil she experienced made her body and brain unable to bear the peace day after day.Only like Yokohama, sometimes quiet and sometimes lively is her ideal "retirement" life.

To put it bluntly, it was the too quiet days that made her want to make trouble.

"ただいま (I'm back)~"

"お帰り (Welcome home) ~ Mr. Nakaya, it's time to eat."

"......what."

Nakahara also looked at the food that Annabella brought out from the kitchen and began to feel a little stomachache. Why is she so keen on cooking?Does she really not have an iota of self-knowledge?

#呵呀, you really don't have the slightest talent for cooking! #

"Why don't you wait for me to come back and do it?"

Nakahara also glanced sideways at the kitchen behind Annabella. The trash can was full of burnt pots, ovens and microwave ovens that were left with wreckage after the explosion...

Luckily the kitchen didn't blow up.

Zhong Yuanzhong can only comfort himself in this way, the people who come to repair the fried kitchen every three days know her.

"I can't always let Mr. Chuya do it, I am determined to be a qualified housewife!"

Annabella clenched her fists in encouragement, and said to Nakahara Chuya,

"Mr. Chuya, give it a try. I have great confidence this time."

In the Central Plains, there is also a fish tail that is burnt black and exudes a mushy smell.

"It's a big improvement today."

At least he could tell that the "black substance" in front of him was a fish.

"Right, right? Mr. Chuya, hurry up and try it!"

"...I ate before I got back."

Annabella immediately lowered her face when she heard Chuya Nakahara's words. The kitchen knife in the kitchen flew out of the knife holder with a "do" sound and stuck it in Nakahara Nakaya's hand.

"Mr. Chuya has eaten?"

Zhongyuan Zhong also saw a drop of cold sweat emerging from the forehead of the sword that was still trembling in his hand, and something called "survival desire" suddenly emerged,

"Ah, but I'm not full yet. I'm starting."

#If you don’t eat it, you will definitely be killed, if you don’t eat it, you will definitely be killed (infinite loop)#

After the dinner time was over, Annabella stood outside the toilet and knocked on the door worriedly,

"Mr. Nakaya, are you okay? Do you need me to get you some stomach medicine?"

"..."

Zhongyuan Zhong also walked out of the toilet with a pale face and waved at her,

"no need."

#The two of them clearly had the same dinner, why is she all right#

#I suspect that you are trying to murder me, and there is sufficient evidence#

Annabella also poured a cup of hot water for Zhong Yuan, whose hands and feet were stretched out on the sofa,

"Mr. Nakaya's physique is really bad. You need to pay more attention to your body."

"..."

#If I don’t need to eat what you cook, my body will be healthier#

After Annabella went to the toilet to take a bath, Nakahara took out stomach medicine from the medicine box and took it familiarly. After a short rest, he resigned himself to his fate and cleaned up the messy kitchen.

"Hey, Mr. Nakaya, why don't you take a rest on the sofa? These people use dishwashers and cleaning robots to clean up quickly."

"It looked uncomfortable, so I cleaned it up."

Annabella pouted and said aggrievedly,

"These are my jobs. Mr. Nakaya rushed to do all my jobs and I have nothing to do now."

"Didn't you open a bar on Commercial Street? The one called Danube? Don't make it too obvious."

Zhong Yuanzhong also briefly reminded her to say nothing more and took the pajamas to take a bath.

"I'll be careful not to break the balance."

"You can do it yourself."

Annabelle was lying on the bed wearing glasses and reading a book by the warm yellow bedside lamp, and Zhong Yuan was also lying on the other side holding the thumb of the mobile phone and pressing the number keypad quickly, as if replying to other people's emails.

Both of them quietly did not say a word, doing their own thing.

Annabella pinched the corners of her eyes tiredly and looked up to see that it was already late. She put a bookmark in the unfinished book, took off her glasses and put it on the bedside table.

"Mr. Nakaya, I'm going to bed first, you should go to bed early too."

"Well, go to sleep."

Chuya Nakahara seemed to have not finished replying to the email, frowning and typing with one hand, and patted the quilt on her shoulder perfunctorily to coax her to sleep.