Giorno did not notice that Aviation Smith was equipped with a carbon dioxide detection radar, nor did he deliberately accelerate the photosynthesis of willow trees to absorb nearby carbon dioxide.

But whether it is intentional or unintentional, now Aviation Smith can lock him in again.

Giorno's figure completely disappeared into the flying catkins.

"what to do?"

Nalanga glanced at the detection radar that could not be displayed, and then looked at the confused flying catkins in front of him: "I can't find him at all now!"

"Don't be anxious." After figuring out the situation, Fuge calmed down.

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

"Did you see it?"

"The catkins that are 'hit' in the willow trees have slowed down, and there is no wind on the road now. The catkins that block their sight will soon fall to the ground."

"And the egg roll head just now only showed its ability to two or three willow trees. No matter how many catkins emerge, they can only cover the area of ​​more than ten meters near those trees."

"If he wants to escape, he will never be able to stay in this 'fog ball' that is only a dozen meters away."

"Understood"

Nalanga understood what Fuge meant:

"And the scope of this 'fog ball' is so big. Although this guy seemed to have hidden his traces with the help of willow catkins, he actually trapped himself in this 'fog ball'!"

"If he doesn't want to sit and wait for death, he will definitely take action immediately."

The situation is as expected by Fog and Nalanga.

The vitality that the golden experience infuses trees can only be maintained for a while. Once the "medicine power" passes, the trend of willow catkins will quickly stop.

There are no more catkins falling on the trees, and there is no wind on the street that blows the catkins on the ground.

Soon, the catkins falling to the ground stacked a thick layer of white blanket on the ground, and the "thick fog" in the air gradually became thinner.

If this continues, Giorno's traces will reappear.

And at this time

"The wood is big and the wood is big!"

In the thick fog, the loud roar of gold experienced came.

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

More catkins emerged, and the "fog ball" that was originally only a dozen meters wide spread rapidly forward under such circumstances.

"Want to create willow catkins to expand the range of 'thick fog' while hiding one' and escaping forward?"

“This is useless”

Fuge said disdainfully:

"You can also know where the 'thick fog' expands, where your people are!"

"Your location was exposed by you!"

"Naranga"

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

"You can chase me and I will protect you."

Willow catkins block the view. If Fog and Gioruno are entangled on the other side, it is easy to cause accidental injuries by relying solely on carbon dioxide concentration to detect the enemy's aviation Smith.

So, Fuge simply called Nalanga together.

Anyway, Zi Yan didn't dare to approach him at all, so he became a safe area around him that could perfectly protect the "adc".

"good."

Nalanga nodded, then rushed forward with Fuge.

At the same time, Aviation Smith in the sky also roughly aimed at the area where "thick fog" had expanded, which was the area where Gioruno had just appeared, and tentatively swept a shuttle of bullets.

The shuttle bullet failed to hit.

But in the "thick fog" in that direction, there was a faint sound of Giorno rolling and avoiding on the ground.

"It's true!"

After further locking in Gioruno's position, Fog and Naranga further chased forward.

Aviation Smith flexibly changed his flight posture and kept firing in the general direction of Giorno's escape.

Giorno did not give up. While trying his best to avoid bullets, he kept moving forward along the road, creating more catkins one by one, creating a wider range of "thick fog".

that's all

Giorno fled forward all the way, and the willow trees "flowered" along the way, and the "thick fog" spread forward, and Aviation Smith shot forward.

Before they knew it, Nalanga and Fuge had already chased Gioruno for dozens of meters away.

Their bodies were already covered with thick white floss, and their feet were filled with thick "snow" that could sink their calves into them.

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

They look embarrassed, but their advantage is that they stand on their side.

Because, they have successfully caught up with Giorno.

After the distance is close enough, even the catkins that are in the air that are in trouble cannot block the vague and distinct figure.

Giorno's desperate escape in the rain of bullets also consumed his massive amount of physical strength in a short period of time. He seemed to have no strength to inject vitality into the willow trees and create more catkins.

The trend of "thick fog" expansion stopped.

Giorno, who was running forward, also rushed out of the "thick fog" range, away from the willow trees that could help him quickly erase the traces of carbon dioxide.

"The target is re-locked!"

Nalanga said to Fuge beside him:

"With radar locking, it's not easy for him to dodge bullets now!"

“Good egg roll head!”

"Now there is no place to run away?"

Fuge stood firmly and ordered Zi Yan to stand five meters in front of him as a shield to protect himself and Nalanga.

In this way, they followed Zi Yan, penetrated the "thick 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 Aviation Smith, who adjusted his attacking posture in the sky, stood quietly outside the "thick fog", turning around and looking at the three blurred figures in the "thick fog" that were constantly approaching him.

"Why didn't he run away?"

When Naranga found that Gioruno was still moving, hesitated instead.

"etc"

His face changed a little:

"Fuge, please stop walking forward with your Ziyan!"

"Did you smell that?!"

"smell?"

Fuge suddenly stopped and sucked in deep air.

What rushes into the nose along the air is not only the uncomfortable catkins, but also a pungent and unpleasant smell:

"Is this smell of gasoline?"

“There is gasoline on the road ahead!”

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

It wasn't until the taste became weak that he felt at ease:

"Damn it!"

"The egg roll head was not just hiding the traces with willow catkins, but to fight back."

"He blocked our view with catkins, and then quietly opened the fuel tank of the roadside car in the 'super fog' and tilted the gasoline inside on the road!"

"If we take a few more steps forward, we may step into the trap of tinder oil."

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

"Fortunately, the gasoline smells strong enough, and we didn't catch up."

"Egg roll head!"

Even through the barriers of the willow catkins, he couldn't help but explain to Gioruno, who was outside the "thick fog" not far away:

"You're thinking too simple"

"You can block your sight, but the smell cannot be blocked!"
To be continued...