Chapter 60 The Real Trap
Giorno certainly didn't realize that the Aerosmith was equipped with a CO2 detection radar, nor did he deliberately try to speed up the willow's photosynthesis to absorb nearby CO2.
But whether intentionally or unintentionally, Aerosmith has no way to lock him down now.
Giorno's figure completely disappeared in the flying catkins.
"what to do?"
Naranja glanced at the detection radar that showed nothing, and then looked at the blurry flying catkins in front of him: "I can't find him at all now!"
"Don't be anxious..." After figuring out the situation, Fugo calmed down.
He carefully observed the willow catkins that were spreading like thick fog in front of him, and said in a deep voice:
"Did you see that?"
"The speed at which the willow trees 'bump' their catkins has slowed down, and now that there is no wind on the road, the catkins that were blocking the view will soon fall to the ground."
"And that curly-haired guy just used his power on two or three willow trees. No matter how many catkins appear, they can only cover the area of about ten meters around those trees."
"If he wants to escape, he absolutely cannot stay in this 'fog' that is only a dozen meters in range forever."
"Understood…"
Narancia understood what Fugo meant:
"And the area of this 'fog ball' is only this small. Although this guy seems to have used the catkins to hide his tracks... in fact, he has also trapped himself in this 'fog ball'!"
"If he doesn't want to sit there and wait for death, he will definitely take action immediately."
The situation was just as Fugo and Naranja had expected.
The vitality that the golden experience infuses into the trees can only last for a while. Once the "medicinal effect" wears off, the trend of willow catkin growth quickly stops.
There were no more catkins falling from the trees, and there was no wind in the street to blow up the catkins on the ground.
Soon, the fallen willow catkins piled up to form a thick white blanket on the ground, and the "thick fog" in the air gradually thinned.
If this continues, Giorno's trace will reappear.
At this time...
“Mudamudamuda!”
In the thick fog, the loud roar of Golden Experience was heard.
On the other side of the fog, two more trees on the roadside began to tremble violently under the golden fist shadow.
More catkins appeared, and the "fog ball" that was originally only a dozen meters in range quickly spread forward under such circumstances.
"Do you want to create willow catkins to expand the range of the 'thick fog' while hiding your body and escaping forward? "
“It’s no use…”
Fugo said disdainfully:
"You can tell with your ass that wherever the 'thick fog' spreads, that's where your people are!"
"You've exposed your position yourself!"
"Naranja..."
"That guy is already more than ten meters ahead of us . We can't wait any longer."
"Come with me, I will protect you."
The catkins blocked the view. If Fugo and Giorno got entangled on the other side, Aerosmith, who only relied on carbon dioxide concentration to detect the enemy, could easily cause accidental injuries.
So, Fu Ge simply called Narancia to come along.
Anyway, with Zi Yan around, the opponent dared not to get close, so his area became a safe zone that could perfectly protect the "ADC".
"good."
Narancia nodded, then rushed forward with Fugo.
At the same time, Aerosmith in the sky roughly aimed at the area where the "thick fog" was expanding, which was the area where Giorno had just appeared, and fired a volley of bullets tentatively.
The bullets from this magazine missed the target.
But in the "thick fog" in that direction, there was a faint sound of Giorno rolling on the ground in a panic to avoid the attack.
“Sure enough, it’s there!”
After further locking down Giorno's position, Fugo and Narancia chased him further forward.
Aerosmith flexibly changed his flight posture and kept firing in the general direction of Giorno's escape.
Giorno did not give up. He tried his best to dodge the bullets while moving forward along the road, creating more willow catkins one by one, producing a wider range of "fog".
that's all…
Giorno fled forward, willow trees along the way "bloomed", "thick fog" spread forward, and Aerosmith fired forward.
Before they knew it, Narancia and Fugo had chased Giorno for dozens of meters.
Their bodies were already covered with a thick layer of white fluff, and their feet were covered with thick "snow" that was piled up enough to sink their calves into.
At first glance, it looks like two snowmen having fun in the snow in Northeast China.
They looked embarrassed, but the advantage was on their side.
Because they have successfully caught up with Giorno.
When the distance was close enough, even the troublesome willow catkins in the air could no longer obscure the blurry yet clear figure.
Giorno's desperate escape under the hail of bullets consumed a huge amount of his physical strength in a short period of time. He seemed to have no strength to infuse vitality into the willow tree and produce more catkins.
The expansion trend of the "thick fog" stopped.
Giorno, running forward, also rushed out of the range of the "thick fog" and stayed away from the willow trees that could help him quickly erase the traces of carbon dioxide.
"Target re-locked!"
Narancia said to Fugo beside him:
"With the radar locked on, it won't be so easy for him to dodge bullets now!"
"Very good...Curly Hair!"
"There's nowhere to run now, right?"
Fuge stood firm and ordered Zi Yan to stand five meters in front of him to act as a shield to protect himself and Narancia.
In this way, they followed the purple smoke, penetrated the "thick fog" in front of them little by little, and continued to approach Giorno.
And Giorno seemed to have given up.
He didn't even pay attention to Aerosmith who was adjusting his attack posture in the sky. He just stood quietly outside the "thick fog" and turned around to look at the three blurry figures in the "thick fog" that were approaching him.
"Why didn't he run away..."
Noticing that Giorno didn't move, Narancia hesitated.
"etc…"
His expression changed:
"Fuge, stop your Zi Yan from moving forward!"
"You...you smell that?!"
"smell?"
Fugo stopped suddenly and took a deep breath of air.
What rushed into the nose along with the air was not only the unpleasant catkins, but also a pungent and unpleasant smell:
"This smell... is... is gasoline?"
"There's gas on the road ahead!"
Fuge immediately grabbed Narancia's hand and took several steps back with his stand-in Zi Yan.
He didn't feel relieved until the smell faded:
“Damn it!”
"That curly-haired guy wasn't using the catkins to hide his tracks and escape, he was trying to fight back— "
"He used willow catkins to block our view, then quietly opened the gas tank of a roadside car in the 'thick fog' and poured the gasoline inside onto the road!"
"If we take a few more steps forward, we might step into the kerosene trap."
Fugo, who was almost roasted into charcoal, couldn't help but feel a lingering fear:
"Fortunately... Fortunately, the smell of gasoline was strong enough that we were unable to catch up with them."
"Curly hair!"
Even though there were layers of catkins blocking the way, he couldn't help but explain to Giorno who was outside the "thick fog" not far away:
"You think too simply—"
“The sight can be blocked, but the smell can’t be blocked!”
"Anyone can sniff out your trap if they get close enough!"
“Well said…”
Amid the flying willow catkins, Giorno's calm voice rang out:
"The smell of gasoline is so obvious that it's wishful thinking to expect people to step into it on their own."
"So…"
"Why would I set such a botched trap?"
His voice was so indifferent, so indifferent that Fuge couldn't help but think of his own 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 the tone, Giorno is the one who is sure of success in solving the problem.
He gave the correct answer:
"Because... you saw it wrong."
"My counterattack strategy was indeed a fire attack, but the trap I set was not gasoline at all."
"Compared to the real fuel, this little bit of gasoline is just a small match to help start the fire."
"What?"
"Is gasoline... just a fuel to help start the fire?"
"Then... could the real trap be..."
Not only did he think of something, Fugo's face turned very ugly.
He looked at the white blanket piled up to his calves, and then at the thick white clothes draped over himself and Naranja.
“Is it catkins?!”
