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

Hitomi Mishima violently kicked off one of the car doors and threw it forward, creating a makeshift "passage" between the door and the road barrier in front.

The vehicle sped past, its tires crushing the flying car door, which then shot into the air, using the other police car as a support.

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The massive shaking and the tremors upon landing caused parts of the vehicle to fall to the ground.

Hitomi Mishima stepped on the gas again, thinking to herself:

Without vodka, does that mean we'll have to drive ourselves when we need to travel?

The armed helicopter behind them continued to spin its rotors, its machine guns strafe the road.

The Porsche 365A weaved through the city, crashing into oncoming vehicles with all sorts of unbelievable trajectories before quickly escaping.

The pursuit continued all the way to the seashore.

Hitomi Mishima jerked the steering wheel sharply, and the car crashed through the horizontal bar on the wall, eventually plunging into the sea.

She quickly unbuckled her seatbelt and, with vodka covered in blood, entered the submarine that had been prepared beforehand.

Only the night remained, with four or five armed helicopters, their searchlights blaring, searching the sea.

……

The next day, at the tavern.

Hitomi Mishima and Vodka, whose body was bandaged, appeared here.

The remaining "survivors" shared the same thoughts as her; they either received notifications from their superiors or sensed the crisis from various military mobilizations.

They all hid before the imperial court could take action.

I thought Hitomi Mishima and Vodka would die in that terrifying chase, but in fact, they escaped unharmed.

These counterfeiters believed they would have certainly died in that situation, so they showed extra respect to Hitomi Mishima when she appeared there.

"This guy is even more ruthless than Gin."

Hitomi Mishima walked in and went straight to the head seat at the round table.

The very first sentence sent chills down the spines of the fake liquor vendors present:

"Boss, I'm very disappointed in you."

In one sentence, everyone knew who their boss was after Vermouth was gone.

Bourbon reluctantly stepped forward:

"There's nothing we can do about it. Compared to the imperial court, our methods are far too rudimentary. They've mobilized their army!"

Mishima Hitomi raised her eyes slightly: "This is not an excuse for you to desert your post."

No matter how powerful the Black Organization is, it is utterly insignificant in the face of the power of a nation.

Their arrogance stems from their secrecy and the "protective umbrella" they have. Doing things behind the scenes, killing one or two people, is nothing to the simple and honest people of Beika Town.

But this incident did indeed touch a nerve with some powerful figures. The kidnapping of 10,000 people forced them to take some special measures.

Rena Mizunashi advised:

"At least, we have achieved our goal, although the losses were significant, we have prevented further leaks of organizational intelligence."

Riesling and two other intelligence agents from various countries chimed in like chickens pecking at rice: "Yes, yes. We've done our best."

Hitomi Mishima looked around, then slowly sat down, crossing her legs.

She reached out, and Vodka faithfully poured a glass of happy water into a stemmed glass and handed it to her.

Hitomi Mishima took a sip and said, "The sacrifice of Vermouth and the others is truly regrettable. But their deaths are not the end for the organization."

"We will carry on their legacy and fulfill the boss's grand ambition!"

Everyone: "Yes, yes, you're right."

Only Vodka chimed in, "Does the boss have any further instructions?"

Hitomi Mishima gave Vodka an approving look.

You're not bad, kid...

She said, "As you have all seen, there is an insurmountable gap between us ordinary people and those with superpowers. But not all those with superpowers are willing to become the government's henchmen."

"Our next goal is to make money, a lot of money."

She interlaced her fingers and said, "Go find a way to catch those corrupt officials in the act of embezzling and accepting bribes, and then get as much money as possible. We need to use this money to recruit those naive youngsters into the organization!"

"We need to make them fully feel the sincerity of our organization! Do you understand what I mean?"

Bourbon crossed his legs: "Great plan. Nobody can resist the temptation of 'more money.' If someone does, it's because they don't have enough money!"

Vodka added:

"Furthermore, the research and development of drug A also requires funding. The head of the organization has been investigating feedback from those who previously used similar drugs, and many of them have experienced body shrinkage. Therefore, the organization will focus on this research at this stage."

"This also requires a significant amount of financial support. Please keep this in mind."

The fake liquor sellers nodded.

Mishima Hitomi closed her eyes: "Our organization has suffered a major blow this time. Please do not create too much disturbance in public. Let's lie low for a while and wait until the organization's cadre reserves are replenished before proceeding with the next plan."

"Yes, boss." The fake liquor sellers echoed sincerely.

I can't disagree; this person is in charge of getting rid of the rats. Now he's in charge of everything and is the only one who can contact the boss.

At least for now, it's best to remain on the sidelines.

That's what everyone was thinking.

……

That night.

Hitomi Mishima sat alone in the tavern.

The television screen in the lobby suddenly went down, and a crow icon lit up.

"Boss, you've arrived."

"You are……"

“I am Alaska,” Mishima Hitomi said respectfully.

"It's you. You're quite impressive. I was scared for you to escape from that kind of encirclement."

"Fortunately, the mission has been completed."

Karasuma Renya said calmly, "I've heard about what happened. The organization seems to have suffered a major blow. Iwakuni's move was too much. It's not your fault."

"Their sacrifice was worthwhile. Those flies shouldn't be able to find us anymore," Mishima Hitomi said respectfully.

“Boss. I’ve told everyone else to hold back. Also, we’ve made new progress regarding drug A… and are awaiting your instructions.”

“You did a great job.” Karasuma Renya’s tone was noticeably louder. “If you need anything, just tell me. I will meet all your needs. By the way, you can also take command of the remaining members. As long as you can find the formula for the new drug.”

Karasuma Renya trusted Mishima Hitomi implicitly, or rather, he had no one left to trust.

Compared to those cadres who didn't know how to escape the encirclement, Mishima Hitomi, the newcomer who escaped with the veteran employee Vodka amidst four or five armed helicopters, was more worthy of his attention.

She has proven her loyalty to herself with her life.

Upon hearing this, Mishima Hitomi revealed a smug smile, like a child asking an old man for a red envelope: "I'm short of money, boss."

Karasuma Renya paused for a second, then laughed heartily:

"That's a small matter. I will transfer one of my 'Twilight Mansions' properties to your name."

"Just a mansion?"

"Don't underestimate it... When it was built, it was entirely made of Mora... Now, if you calculate it, it's probably worth hundreds of billions."

Mishima Hitomi gasped, her disguise completely vanishing from her face:

"One, one, one mansion's Mora?!"

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A week after dealing a heavy blow to the Black Organization.

Hitomi Mishima successfully obtained the property certificate for the Twilight Villa.

Because of its age, houses over 70 years old are theoretically subject to repossession by the imperial court. The house, however, is actually registered under the name of a detective.

This detective, drawn by the legend of the treasure, bribed the magistrate and found a loophole in the law to acquire this annex with over 140 years of history. He himself did not possess any real right of inheritance.

Of course, under pressure from the Black Organization and the legitimate right to inherit the property, the detective, who was already desperate about the rumors of the so-called treasure, naturally returned the house to the organization for a slightly profitable price.

With the cooperation of all parties, the procedures were completed, and Hitomi Mishima rightfully received the Mora Castle, which weighed more than 3000 tons.

Once she actually pried open the house and saw the endless Mora inside, the civil service and special classes were no longer relevant to her.

I may look like a middle school student, but I'm actually the leader of an evil superpowered criminal organization—Alaska!

Miss Alaska is no longer associated with that civil servant who only makes tens of thousands a month! Miss Mishima, who holds hundreds of billions in funds, will be a super-rich woman from today onwards!

of course……