DanMachi, My Members Are From Slice-of-Life Anime

Vermouth is quite old, but she looks very young. Could it be that...?

Well, it's possible.

"After all, he's the successor chosen by my elder brother; maybe he's testing me. I must put in the effort!"

With that thought in mind, the Porsche executed a beautiful drift at the bend.

Vodka parked his Porsche downstairs in front of a studio apartment building.

He glanced at the still-sleeping eldest sister with a puzzled look, wondering whether he should wake her up.

But soon, due to the inertia caused by the parking, Hitomi Mishima's beautiful dream was shattered.

As expected, the boss was just testing me...

"Boss, we've arrived," Vodka said respectfully.

Hitomi Mishima stared at her dark circles, her morning grumpiness making her look gloomy.

"Are we there yet...? Okay, let's go. Let's finish this quickly so we can get some rest."

She pushed open the door, took out the [ST] from her pocket and put it on, glanced at the exterior of the apartment, and quickly found her target room by comparing big data.

She touched the capsule in her pocket and casually sent a message to Makise Kurisu.

God: [I have a batch of medicine here. Help me analyze the ingredients, and while I'm at it, find a medicine that won't kill you, but will induce a state of suspended animation.]

Kamehameha: [Hitomi-chan, I heard you've joined the Special Class. What's wrong? Have you gotten involved in some strange case again?]

God: [It's a long story, and I'm in a hurry to get back to sleep. Can you hurry?]

Kamehameha: [She won't even call me "older sister"~~~~]

God: [Sister.]

In the research lab, Makise Kurisu took out the capsule that Mishima Hitomi had put in the shared storage room. She paused for a moment, then put the powder into the instrument for testing.

"Isn't this APTX4869? I was worried about not having a sample, how did I get it so easily?"

Makise Kurisu was slightly surprised. The shrinking potion at this stage was deduced by her and Haibara Ai through the data in the disc, and it was a little different from the original potion.

With the original sample, we can make a more effective "rejuvenating" drug.

at the moment……

"Since it's that organization, let's give the half-finished product to Hitomi..."

With that thought in mind, Makise Kurisu put the "Shrinking Potion" into the storage area controlled by Hitomi.

Apartment, Room 404.

Mishima Hitomi looked at the message that popped up on [ST], reached into her pocket, pulled out a wire, and then skillfully inserted it into the keyhole and turned it gently.

With a click, the door lock opened.

A faint stench followed.

She fanned her nose in disgust, put away the wire, and took out a mask to put on.

"What's going on?" She looked at the vodka beside her.

Vodka scratched his head: "Maybe it's because no one took care of their personal hygiene for seven days. I remember those test subjects were sent to the hospital, where the beds were made of special biodegradable materials that could automatically absorb the excrement."

“We don’t have the means to give these people who have already been decided to be disposed of.”

Looking at the somewhat thin man on the bed, Mishima Hitomi couldn't help but complain, "Even if we don't do anything, they'll all starve to death in a few days."

Vodka replied matter-of-factly, "Isn't this just cleaning up the mess?"

Hitomi Mishima understood. Her mission was not primarily to kill these people, but to erase all traces of the organization.

Mishima Hitomi's eye examination information:

Surname: Vasak Casals

A mixed-race, handsome young man who is considered a reserve cadre for the organization. He was suspected of having mental problems due to his frequent decisions to eliminate his teammates, and was therefore not given a codename.

His public identity is a bar DJ.

He's a repeat offender...

With her psychological burden lifted, Hitomi Mishima's smile, as seen in her scholar Gin, widened into a grin.

“Vodka, according to the organization’s usual practice, what should be done with this rat who knows too many of the organization’s secrets?”

Vodka chuckled: "In the boss's style, he'd just blow up this apartment building."

hiss--

Mishima Hitomi inwardly exclaimed, "So arrogant!"

She hesitated, "Wouldn't that be too conspicuous..."

Vodka's smile vanished, replaced by a strange expression.

Hitomi Mishima quickly changed her tune: "What I meant was, just blow up this room. We can fake it as a natural gas leak."

Vodka's smile returned: "Big Sister was right after all!"

Hitomi Mishima was on the verge of tears, unsure what her life would become. Oh God, Section Chief Kurumi, please save me! [Zero Team] is no place for a human being!

……

After Vodka finished planting the bomb, Hitomi Mishima also finished testing the effects of the [Brewing Company Version ATPX]. After sending a document to Kurisu Makise, she confirmed the death of the test subject.

After confirming that Hitomi Mishima had made the move, the two of them poured alcohol and left the room.

After leaving the safe area, Vodka gently lit a cigarette. He took a deep breath, waited for the cigarette to almost go out, and then casually tossed it onto the alcohol on the ground.

The flames spread along the alcohol and then into the room filled with natural gas.

Then...

With a deafening roar, room 404 was engulfed in flames.

A loud fire alarm went off, and all the neighbors rushed out of their rooms with cries of alarm. The two men got into their Porsche and quietly drove away.

……

On the way to the next destination.

Hitomi Mishima sat obediently in the back seat.

She was stiff all over, staring blankly at the floor.

How terrifying, how terrifying. Causing such a commotion in the city so easily, and then there are two more tasks requiring the disposal of the body!

If these weren't traitors to the organization, criminals deserving of execution, Ms. Mishima would have been deeply troubled long ago.

"White teeth! White teeth! White teeth!"

"We're doomed! We're doomed! We're doomed!"

'If I reveal that I'm an undercover agent, I'm finished.'

'Mom is an ordinary person, and Father owns a company. If they're targeted by the organization, it'll be a disaster!'

'We absolutely cannot let them get into danger!'

Although Hitomi Mishima was confident that she could cut bullets with her knife and that the people in the organization might not be able to kill her, she still had a family...

"Mom, do you know what I've sacrificed for this family?!"

Hitomi Mishima looked at a corner of the city where thick smoke was gradually rising, her eyes moistening.

Immediately, she composed herself and fixed her gaze firmly on the last two names on the list:

"Johnny Black. Doctor, who used his position to deliver organs to the organization. One of the people in charge of [APTX]."

Damn.

"Nobuyuki Sugo... a former member of the SAO development team. He gained partial access to the SAO servers and repeatedly used the closed beta as a pretext to mind-control and bind the 'Lambs,' resulting in the deaths of over ten test subjects. He needs to be ruled out."

Damn...

leftover……

"They're all mentally unstable young men, or those who have been bullied at school and have been misled by 'them'."

Hitomi Mishima squeezed the [Shrinking Potion] in her hand.

Vodka turned around and saw the leader of the group staring intently at the list, deep in thought. He grinned and said, "Boss, you're taking your first mission so seriously. What are you thinking about?"

"Shut up," Mishima Hitomi said, mimicking Gin's tone. "There are too many 'rats.' I just hope we have enough medicine."

Chapter 482 May there be no lolicon in heaven.

Hospital, parking lot.

It was dusk, and Hitomi Mishima sat in the carriage, dozing off with her eyes closed.

In one day, she and Vodka dealt with nearly 30 peripheral members. Most of them had relatively clean records, and Mishima Hitomi secretly used legitimate "shrinking drugs" to remove their traces.

Because they were only peripheral members and did not know most of the organization's affairs, Vodka did not go to great lengths to completely blow up a building.

At this moment.