Lee Sin's Bizarre Adventure

Chapter 60 The real trap

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

But whether it is intentional or unintentional, the current Aerosmith has a way to lock him again.

Giorno's figure completely disappeared in the flying catkins.

"How to do?"

Nalanja glanced at the detection radar that couldn't show anything, and then at the blurry flying catkins in front of him: "I can't find him at all now!"

"Don't worry." After figuring out the situation, Fugo calmed down instead.

He carefully observed the willow catkins that spread out like a thick fog in front of him, and said in a deep voice:
"see it?"

"The speed of the willow 'bumping' catkins has slowed down, and there is no wind on the road now, and the catkins that block the view will soon fall to the ground."

"And the egg roll head only used its ability on two or three willow trees just now. No matter how many catkins come out, they can only cover a range of more than ten meters near those few trees."

"If he wants to escape for his life, it is absolutely impossible for him to stay in this 'fog' that is only a dozen meters away."

"Understood"

Naranja understood Fugo's meaning:
"And the scope of this 'fog' is only so big. Although this guy seems to be using catkins to hide his tracks. In fact, he has trapped himself in this 'fog'!"

"If he doesn't want to sit still, he will definitely take action again."

The situation was as expected by Fugo and Naranja.

The vitality instilled in the trees by the golden experience can only last for a while, and when the "drug force" passes, the tendency of catkins to grow quickly stops.

There are no more catkins falling from the trees, and there is no wind in the street to blow the catkins from the ground.

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

If this continues, the traces of Giorno will reappear.

And this time.
"The wood is big, the wood is big, the wood is big!"

In the dense fog, there was a resounding fist roar from the golden experience.

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

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

"Do you want to make willow catkins to expand the range of the 'dense fog', while hiding your body and running forward?"

"It's useless"

Fugo said disdainfully:
"You can know even if you think about it with your butt. Wherever the 'dense fog' expands, your people will be there!"

"Your position has been exposed by yourself instead!"

"Naranja"

"That kid is now more than ten meters ahead of us, and we can't wait any longer."

"You can chase in 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 injury.

Therefore, Fugo simply called Nalanga together.

Anyway, with Ziyan around, the opponent dared not approach at all, and his side became a safe zone that could perfectly protect the "ADC".

"it is good."

Nalanja nodded, and then rushed forward with Fugo.

At the same time, Aerosmith in the sky roughly aimed at the area where the "dense fog" expanded, that is, the area where Giorno had just appeared, and tentatively fired a round of bullets.

The shuttle bullet missed.

But in the "dense fog" in that direction, Giorno could be heard faintly rolling and avoiding on the ground.

"It really is there!"

After further locking Giorno's position, Fugo and Naranja pursued further.

Aerosmith flexibly adjusted his flight attitude and fired continuously in the general direction where Giorno was escaping.

And Giorno did not give up, he tried his best to dodge the bullets, and kept moving forward along the road, making more catkins one by one, creating a wider "dense fog".

that's it.
Giorno fled all the way forward, along the way the willows "blossomed" all the way forward, the "dense fog" spread all the way forward, and Aerosmith shot all the way forward.

Unknowingly, Naranja and Fugo had already chased Giorno for a distance of tens of meters.

Their bodies have long been covered with a thick layer of white fluff, and their feet are covered with thick "snow" piled up enough to sink their calves.

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

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

Because, they have successfully caught up with Giorno.

After the distance was close enough, even the obstructive catkins in the air could no longer cover up the blurry but distinct figure.

And Giorno's desperate running while facing the hail of bullets also consumed a lot of his physical strength in a short period of time. He seemed to have no energy to infuse the willow with vitality and make more catkins.

The expansion of the "dense fog" stopped.

Giorno, who was running all the way forward, also rushed out of the range of the "dense fog", away from the willows that could help him quickly erase the traces of carbon dioxide.

"Target re-locked!"

Naranja said to Fugo beside him:
"With the radar lock on, it's not so easy for him to dodge bullets now!"

"Very good. Egg roll head!"

"Is there nowhere to run now?"

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

In this way, they followed Ziyan, pierced through the "dense fog" in front of them bit by bit, and kept approaching Giorno.

And Giorno seems to have given up.

He didn't even care about Aerosmith who adjusted his attacking posture in the sky, just stood quietly outside the "dense fog", turned around and looked at the three vague figures that were constantly approaching him in the "dense fog".

"Why didn't he run away?"

Seeing that Giorno was not moving, Naranca hesitated instead.

"and many more."

His face changed for a while:
"Fuge, tell your Ziyan not to go any further!"

"Did you smell that?!"

"smell?"

Fugo stopped abruptly, and took a deep breath of air.

It's not just the uncomfortable catkins that rush into the nasal cavity along the air, but also a pungent and unpleasant smell:

"This smell. Is. Gasoline?"

"Gasoline on the road ahead!"

Fuge immediately grabbed Nalanja's hand, and even with his substitute, Ziyan, he took a few big steps back again and again.

He didn't feel relieved until the smell faded:

"Damn!"

"The head of the egg roll was not using catkins to hide and escape at all, but to fight back—"

"He blocked our view with catkins, then quietly opened the gas tank of the car on the side of the road in the 'dense fog', dumping the gasoline inside 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 charcoal, couldn't help but feel lingering fear:
"It's okay. Fortunately, the smell of gasoline is strong enough, and we couldn't catch up."

"Egg roll head!"

Even through layers of willow catkins, he couldn't help explaining to Giorno who was not far away from the "dense fog":
"You think too simply—"

"The sight can be blocked, but the taste cannot be blocked!"

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

"Well said."

While the catkins were flying, Giorno's calm voice sounded:
"The smell of gasoline is so obvious, it's just wishful thinking to expect other people to step into the oil themselves."

"So."

"Why should I set such a poor trap?"

His voice was so indifferent, so indifferent that Fuge couldn't help but think of his reaction to high 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 was the one who solved the problem with a sure chance of winning.

He gave the correct answer:

"Because... you read it wrong."

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

"That little bit of gasoline is just a little match to help ignite the fire compared to the fuel that actually does the work."

"what?"

"Gasoline. Is it just a fuel to help the ignition?"

"Then the real trap is"

For some unknown reason, Fugo's face became very ugly.

He looked at the white quilt piled up to his calves, and at the thick white clothes on himself and Naranja:
"It's catkins?!"

(End of this chapter)