Lee Sin's Bizarre Adventure

Giorno did not realize that Aviation Smith was equipped with a carbon dioxide detection radar, nor did he deliberately speed up the photosynthesis of the willow tree to absorb nearby carbon dioxide.

But whether intentionally or unintentionally, the current Aviation Smith can no longer lock him in.

Giorno's figure completely disappeared into the flying catkins.

what to do?

Nalanja glanced at the detection radar that showed nothing, and then at the blur of flying catkins in front of him: I can't find him at all now!

Don't worry. After figuring out the situation, Fuge calmed down.

He carefully observed the willow catkins spreading like thick fog in front of him, and said in a deep voice:

see it?

The speed at which the willow trees 'bump' into the catkins has slowed down, and there is no wind on the road now. Those catkins blocking the view will soon fall to the ground.

And the egg roll head just used its power on two or three willow trees. No matter how many catkins emerge, they can only cover a dozen meters around those trees.

If he wanted to escape, he would never be able to stay in this 'fog' that was only a dozen meters away forever.

Understood

Nalanjia understood what Fuge meant:

And the scope of this 'fog ball' is only so large. Although this guy seems to be hiding his traces with the help of catkins, in fact, he has also trapped himself in this 'fog ball'!

If he doesn't want to sit still and wait for death, he will definitely take action again soon.

The situation was just as Fugo and Nalanja expected.

The vitality injected into the trees by the golden experience can only last for a short time. Once the medicine wears off, the growth of catkins will quickly stop.

No more catkins fall from the trees, and no wind in the street lifts the catkins from the ground.

Soon, the catkins that fell to the ground piled up a thick white blanket on the ground, and the thick fog in the air gradually became thinner.

If this continues, Giorno's traces will reappear.

And this time.

Mu Da Mu Da Mu Da!

In the thick fog, the loud fist roar of Golden Experience came.

On the other side of the fog, two more street trees trembled violently under the golden shadow.

More catkins followed, and the 'fog mass' that was originally only a dozen meters wide quickly spread forward under such conditions.

Do you want to create catkins to expand the range of the 'dense fog' while hiding your body and escaping?

“It’s useless”

Fugo said disdainfully:

You can tell with your buttocks that wherever the 'dense fog' expands, your people will be there!

Your position has been exposed by yourself!

Naranga

That kid is already more than ten meters ahead of us. We can't wait any longer.

You can chase in with me, and I will protect you.

Catkins blocked the line of sight. If Fugo and Giorno got entangled on the other side, Aerosmith, which only relied on carbon dioxide concentration to detect enemies, could easily cause accidental damage.

Therefore, Fuge simply called Nalan Jia along.

Anyway, Zi Yan wouldn't dare approach the opponent, so his side became a safe zone that could perfectly protect the ADC.

good.

Nalanjia nodded, and then rushed forward with Fuge.

At the same time, the aviation smith in the sky also roughly aimed at the area where the thick fog was expanding, where Giorno had just appeared, and tentatively fired a bunch of bullets.

The shuttle bullet missed.

But in the thick fog in that direction, there was a faint sound of Giorno rolling around on the ground to avoid it.

It's really there!

After further locking Giorno's position, Fugo and Nalanja moved forward to pursue him.

Aviation Smith flexibly changed his flight attitude and fired continuously in the general direction of Giorno's escape.

And Giorno didn't give up. While trying his best to dodge the bullets, he kept moving forward along the road, creating more catkins one by one, creating a wider dense fog.

that's all.

Giorno escaped all the way, and along the way the willow trees bloomed all the way, the thick fog spread all the way forward, and Aviation Smith fired all the way forward.

Unconsciously, Nalanja and Fugo had chased Giorno for a few dozen meters.

Their bodies were already covered with a thick layer of white wool, and their feet were covered with so much snow that their calves could sink into it.

At first glance, it looks like two snowmen having fun in the snow in the northeast.

They looked miserable, but the advantage was on their side.

Because, they had successfully caught up with Giorno.

Once the distance was close enough, even the obstructive catkins filling the air could no longer block the blurry yet distinct figure.

And Giorno's desperate running against the hail of bullets also consumed a huge amount of his physical strength in a short period of time. It seemed that he no longer had the energy to infuse life into the willow trees and create more catkins.

The expansion trend of dense fog has stopped.

Giorno, who was running forward, also broke out of the dense fog and stayed away from the willow trees that could help him quickly erase traces of carbon dioxide.

Target re-locked!

Nalanjia said to Fuge beside him:

With radar lock, it's not so easy for him to dodge bullets now!

Very good. Egg roll head!

Is there no place to run now?

Fuge stood firm and ordered Zi Yan to stand five meters in front of him, acting as a shield to protect himself and Nalanja.

In this way, they followed the purple smoke, breaking through the thick fog in front bit by bit, and kept approaching Giorno.

And Giorno seemed to have given up.

He didn't even care about the Aerosmith in the sky who was adjusting his attack posture. He just stood quietly outside the dense fog and turned around to look at the three blurry figures in the dense fog that were constantly approaching him.

Why didn't he run away?

Realizing that Giorno was not moving, Naranja hesitated.

etc.

His expression suddenly changed:

Fuge, stop your purple smoke from moving forward!

Do you smell that?!

smell?

Fugo stopped suddenly and took a deep breath of air.

What entered the nose along the air was not only the unpleasant catkins, but also a pungent and unpleasant smell:

This smell...is...gasoline?

“There’s gas on the road ahead!”

Fuge immediately grabbed Nalanja's hand, and along with his substitute Zi Yan, took a few big steps back.

It wasn't until the smell faded that he felt at ease:

Damn it!

The egg roll head was not trying to hide his traces with catkins and escape, but was trying to fight back——

He blocked our view with catkins, then quietly opened the gas tank of the car on the roadside in the 'dense fog' and dumped the gasoline on the road!

If we take a few more steps forward, I'm afraid we will step into the trap of kerosene.

Fuge, who was almost roasted into black charcoal, couldn't help but feel a lingering fear:

Fortunately. Fortunately, the smell of gasoline was strong enough and we couldn't catch up.

Egg roll head!

Even though he was blocked by layers of catkins, he couldn't help but explain to Giorno who was outside the dense fog not far away:

You think too simply -

The view can be blocked, but the smell cannot be blocked!

As long as they get close, anyone can smell the trap you set!

Well said.

As the catkins were flying, Giorno's calm voice sounded out:

The smell of gasoline is so obvious, it's just wishful thinking to expect others to step into the oil themselves.

So.

Why would I set such a clumsy trap?

His voice was so indifferent, so indifferent that Fugo couldn't help but think of his reaction when he faced advanced math problems in college when he was 13 years old - how could he not be able to solve such a simple problem?

And now judging from his tone, Giorno is the one who has the winning chance to solve the problem.

He gave the correct answer:

Because...you saw it wrong.

My counterattack strategy is indeed a fire attack, but the trap I set is not gasoline at all.

Compared to the fuel that actually works, this little gasoline is just a small match to help light the fire.

What?

Is gasoline just an accelerant to help ignite the fire?

Then is the real trap?

I don't know what he thought of, but Fuge's face became very ugly.

He looked at the white blanket piled up to his calves at his feet, and then at the thick white clothes covering himself and Nalanja:

Is it catkins?!