Chapter 63: Abandoned Opportunity

Under Giorno's deliberate lure, Fugo and Narancia had already chased to the outskirts of the fire scene.

In order to hunt down Giorno, Fugo will definitely let Zi Yan run in front of him.

Just like that, starting from the center of the fire, to Fugo, then to Purple Smoke, and finally to Giorno, the four have formed a ray from west to east.

Unfortunately…

According to the principle of thermal convection, the large amount of heat generated by the fire will cause the surrounding hot air to continue to rise, forming a huge chimney effect.

At the same time, due to the rising air flow in the fire scene, the surface around the fire scene gradually produces strong centripetal gusts, providing it with additional air.

This "centripetal gust" is naturally a gust of wind that points from the outside to the inside, blowing from all four sides toward the center of the fire.

From the position of Fugo and others, the gust of wind formed by the fire would be an east wind blowing from east to west, from Giorno to Purple Smoke, and then from Purple Smoke to Fugo's body.

And more importantly…

The burning of the fire will also attract the surrounding air, greatly accelerating the air flow.

That is to say, not only will the wind direction suddenly turn to easterly wind, but this easterly wind caused by the sudden fire will also be very strong .

"Knowledge is power..."

Giorno, a first-year junior high school student who had mastered knowledge beyond the syllabus with the help of extracurricular books, couldn't help but feel this way.

Then…

The east wind is blowing!

An extremely strong gust of wind suddenly blew up from behind Giorno, and with an unstoppable momentum, it blew towards the purple smoke in front like a tsunami.

The lavender poisonous mist was about to touch Giorno's skin.

But in this sudden east wind, these killer viruses instantly changed the direction of their spread like fence-sitters swaying in the wind.

Not only did it not rush forward towards Qiao Luoluo, but it turned around and blew towards Fuge and Narancia with the wind.

“Damn it!”

Fugo's expression became completely stiff:

As Zi Yan's master, he can only control Zi Yan, but he cannot control the murderous virus released by Zi Yan.

When the wind blew, it was no longer possible for him to decide where the poisonous fog would drift.

Once this killer virus was released, it existed independently of Zi Yan. Even if Fuge cancelled his substitute and made Zi Yan disappear, there was no way to eliminate the virus.

Those who are good at swimming will drown, and those who are good at riding will fall.

He, the guy who releases viruses every day, is about to taste the backlash of the viruses.

"The wind speed is too fast, and the poisonous gas mass has expanded to a larger area due to the wind."

"I can't avoid it...I can't avoid it at all!"

Looking at the oncoming purple poisonous fog, or rather the poisonous gas storm, all that was left in Fuge's eyes was despair.

And what’s worse is…

Narancia was also implicated by him.

In order to protect Narancia, the "fragile ADC", Fuge had deliberately asked him to stay by his side.

But he never expected that by doing so, not only did he fail to protect Narancia, but instead, he put Narancia and him into a desperate situation where the poisonous wind was blowing in their faces.

“It’s over…”

Naranja's expression was also pale:

"I...will never see the day when Bucciarati becomes an executive..."

"No…"

"I don't want to die, I don't want to die now!"

He bit his lips so hard that they cracked and bled.

Narancia observed everything around him to the best of his ability, trying desperately to find a glimmer of hope in this desperate situation.

Five meters... four meters... three meters... the poisonous gas in the strong wind was getting closer and closer.

At this moment, his eyes suddenly lit up as if he had really seen some hope:

"Aerosmith!"

The "small plane" hovering in the sky suddenly flipped its fuselage, changed its shape, and tried its best to point the muzzle of the gun towards the ground before the poisonous fog flew over.

"kindness?"

Giorno frowned slightly:

"Do you still want to resist?"

"It's useless... At this point, even if you shoot me with a bullet, it won't solve the problem."

The poisonous fog had been blown away by the strong wind. Even if Giorno really did not dodge or avoid being shot to death, it would not solve the fate of Fugo and Narancia being poisoned.

And Narancia seemed to have thought of this as well.

When Aerosmith finally turned the nose of the plane and pointed the gun downwards, Narancia seemed to be stuck and stood there in a daze.

He did nothing and did not let Aerosmith fire.

"Huh? This..." Giorno's brows frowned even deeper.

But no matter what, the poisonous fog blew away.

Narancia, with a dazed look on his face, and Fugo, who was waiting to die in despair, were all shrouded in the purple poisonous fog.

There were no screams or cries of pain, because the moment the virus enters the body, people do not feel any pain.

However, just two seconds after the strong wind blew and the poisonous fog gradually dissipated, Fugo and Narancia's expressions were violently distorted by the pain from the inside out.

The virus broke out.

This killer virus can cause an adult to die from flesh and blood rotting all over the body within half a minute, and the killing effect is extremely terrifying.

In just the first few seconds after being infected with the virus, the poisoned person will quickly experience the terrible feeling of rapid deterioration of body functions under the infection of the virus.

Then the virus begins to deeply affect the blood, organs and muscles.

My breathing became heavy, my heartbeat accelerated violently, and every breath I took was so difficult that it felt like I was fighting a ferocious beast.

If the situation continues to develop, the poisoned person's skin will begin to fester, and his flesh and bones will begin to decay.

In previous battles, Bucciarati would try his best to prevent Fugo from taking action if possible.

after all…

Even for the enemy, this way of death is too cruel and disgusting.

“I’m going to die…”

Fugo knelt on the ground, panting and sweating profusely.

Narancia's body was shaking violently under the influence of the virus and he could hardly stand.

Their vision became blurred as life slipped away at a rapid pace, and the scene before them gradually grew dim.

In the darkness over there, the revolving lantern of life began to run again.

"I didn't...I didn't expect...that I would die at the hands of my own virus."

"I'm sorry, Naranja..."

Fugo's voice trembled, and he said with a bitter smile:

"I kept saying that you were an idiot who couldn't even do addition, subtraction, multiplication or division, but in the end...it was me, an idiot, who got you into trouble."

"yes."

Narancia's voice was also trembling.

He said to Fugo with a complicated expression:

"You are just an idiot, a big idiot! You really killed me this time!"

“Hello…”

Fugo knelt on the ground, breathing hard:

"We are all going to die, can't you say something nice?"

"Like...forgive me or something..."

They were telling each other their last words, and their feelings were very sincere.

At this moment, Giorno's voice sounded at an inopportune time.

As the ultimate winner, there was no satisfaction or mockery in his voice, only a complex confusion:

"Naranja...right?"

"Why did you stop moving just now?"

"I can see clearly that you had already thought of a way to survive at that time—"

"Your 'toy plane' was not attacking me at the time, but was pointing the muzzle at the car parked on the side of the road, at the gas tank of that car."

"Just fire a bullet to detonate the car's fuel tank, and the explosion of the fuel will create a strong wind that will blow away all the poisonous mist that is blowing towards you."

"This plan has a high probability of success, but..."

Giorno looked at Narancia who was about to fall to the ground, and asked with great concern:

"At the most critical moment, you hesitated."

"You didn't let the plane fire the bullets, giving up the only chance of survival."

"why is that?"

“Ahem…”

Naranja, who was suffering from the virus, suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and then said in a hoarse voice:

"Because... that car is ours."

"I hadn't noticed until now. While we were chasing you, we had unknowingly run to our own car."

"It's all Fugo's fault..."

He smiled with difficulty and helplessness:

"It was all because of Fugo... because of this car... that I was stunned unconsciously..."