"Aviation Smith!"

On the black and gray ground, a round iron discus suddenly flew into the air. This was the manhole cover.

Then, like a rocket soaring into the sky from a missile silo, Aviation Smith urged its propeller with all his might and climbed up quickly from under the lifted manhole cover.

Bang bang bang bang

A burst of rapid and dangerous machine gun strafing followed.

Even though Giorno had a little precaution in advance, it would be difficult for him to avoid the machine gun fire of Aviation Smith at such a close distance.

The tiny and brisk bullet tilted out in the flames, and in the flash, it hit half of Giorno's shoulder without reservation.

"Well!"

Giorno let out a painful groan and staggered back two steps.

At the same time, he subconsciously turned his gaze to the round hole that suddenly opened on the ground:

This is an ordinary sewer cellar well, about half a meter wide in diameter, and it can barely fit two men into it.

And Fuge and Nalanga hid there.

They clamped tightly together, hardly stuck near the entrance.

Obviously, it's already full.

"Hahaha, didn't you expect it?"

"When the fire came, there was a manhole under our feet!"

Although the expression was a bit funny when squeezing his face, Fuge and Nalanga's eyes were still full of confidence:
Chapter completed!