The moment Naranga burst out of the alley, Giorno knew something was wrong.

If Li Qing's battle plan succeeded, he should be the first to come out of the alley.

And now...

Naranga galloped out of the alley with a smile on his face, and the "Aviation Smith" hovering in the sky was even more active.

"Naranga, are you the one who came out?"

Giorno's expression was as solemn as an iron-blue sculpture, but Fogg, who was confronted by him, laughed heartily instead:

"Hahahaha..."

"So, that bald man has already been tricked, right?"

"Of course!"

Naranga nodded without hesitation:

"Bugarati is the best..."

"That guy named Li Qing has completely fallen into Bugarati's trap."

"He asked me to come over and help you, hurry up and get rid of this 'egg roll head'!"

"Egg roll head..."

Giorno's expression was even more unsightly.

Giving people a nickname casually is a very ungentlemanly behavior.

However, he can't pursue this kind of thing now.

Rather than being angry because of his hairstyle, he now needs to think more about how to survive.

The teammate rushed to the alley fifty meters away alone, and was suspected of falling into the enemy's trap;

Giorno stayed here alone, not only without Li Qing's assistance, but also had to face two... No... are three enemies:

While escaping from the alleys of Naranga...

A tall man with long silver hair and a large clotted blood scab on his body slowly emerged from the corner at the other end of the road.

He was still a hundred meters away from here, so he stopped at the intersection and didn't move.

Obviously, this guy has been lying in ambush there for a long time, in order to cooperate with Naranga and Fuge to completely block the enemy on this road with no other exit.

"Damn... It's really passive. ”

"In the alley is a strong enemy fighting Li Qing, in front of him are these two planes and the guy who released poison, and the intersection behind him is guarded by a mysterious enemy."

"All exits are blocked, and it is absolutely useless to escape."

Giorno's eyes became more and more solemn:

"It has to be... You have to open a breakthrough from one of them! ”

"So, from which side?"

There was no need to think about the alley, for Giorno was now a full fifty meters away from it, and was in the middle of it with the eyeing Naranga and Fog in the middle.

It was a battlefield that belonged to Li Qing, and Giorno couldn't do it if he wanted to meet his teammates.

The intersection side is the second to be excluded.

Because Giorno knew nothing about the mysterious silver-haired man, the unknown was the most terrible enemy for a stand-in.

So...

"Only face to face!"

"Find a way to deal with the two enemies in front of you, at least one of them, but try your best to meet Li Qing!"

Giorno quickly made up his mind.

But determination is easy to make, but fighting is not easy because the mind is strong:

"I still haven't figured out the 'toy plane' mode of seeking enemies, and the guy who releases purple smoke-"

"His purple smoke must be poisonous, otherwise they wouldn't have gone to such great lengths to trick Li Qing into approaching before."

"What kind of poison is it?"

Giorno was in a state of indecision:

"Corrosive, parenchymal, enzyme, blood, or nerve?"

"Is it an inorganic, organic, fungal, bacterial, or virus?"

"Different types of poison have different killing effects, and the countermeasures required are completely different..."

"If you can't figure out the type of toxin, you will kill yourself if you approach it rashly!"

He pondered the types of abilities of his enemies, but Fog and Naranga didn't give Giorno a respite.

They soon attacked:

"Aerosmith!"

"Purple Haze!"

The "toy plane" flying in the sky swooped down, and he did not dare to touch the "purple monster" across the road.

Giorno didn't have time to think about it.

He couldn't hit the plane in the sky, he didn't dare to touch the purple smoke on the ground, and like Li Qing at the same time, the only trick he could use now was-

Scurry!

Giorno rolled and hid behind the car with his athletic posture, first blocking Aerosmith's bullet with his body, and then quickly fleeing into the distance before the purple smoke rushed in.

Because of the need to dodge bullets, he was forced to flee in the opposite direction farther away from Li Qing, that is, the direction guarded by the silver-haired man.

Fogg and Naranga immediately spread their legs and chased after them.

"Don't let him run far!"

The two of them tacitly agreed:

"Our car is still parked in that direction, and, Apaki..."

Apaji's stand-in is of little fighting.

Bugarati had placed Apaki far away in that position in advance, in fact, he wanted to borrow his appearance that looked very difficult to provoke and make the enemy afraid to approach, and sang an empty city plan.

If he had allowed Giorno to rush over, he might have just run away.

"Chase!"

Aviation Smith and Purple Smoke strike at the same time.

The tactics they use are very simple and very practical:

The sturdy "Old Alchemy", which can also release poison, sticks to the enemy in front, and the "plane" that outputs explosions from a long distance hides behind and frantically outputs with machine guns.

Giorno was alone, and even if he fell into the disadvantage.

He staggered to dodge the bullets from the sky, and struggled to maintain the distance between him and the purple smoke behind him, and he didn't run far before he showed his defeat.

If this continues, he will soon miss and be injured.

And at this critical moment, Giorno's distant figure suddenly stagnated.

He seems to have thought of a solution:

"Wood big wood big wood big wood big!"

"Wood big wood big wood big wood big!"

“......”

The figure of the golden experience instantly appeared, and a brilliant golden fist shadow was waved.

It wasn't attacking people, it wasn't stand-ins, it was a street tree planted next to the road, a very common willow tree.

The time is the spring day in March and April, which is a good solar term for willow trees to bud and float all over the city.

On this road, there are already fluttering catkins falling, fluttering all around, like a white snow in spring.

However...

After being hammered back and forth by the golden experience, the two willow trees that had been beaten were like hormones, and a thick layer of "dandruff" suddenly gushed out on the "head".

Bang bang

The snow is falling, like a quilt falling from the sky.

According to the Meteorological Bureau, this is a red warning for blizzards, and you have to give it a "once in a thousand years" on the TV station.

Tons of catkins poured out of the willow branches and leaves like a tidal wave, then fell down and scattered, covering half the block.

The white fluttering flakes accumulated on the ground, covered the car, and diffused in the air in all directions.

And the figures of Giorno and the Golden Experience also disappeared dimly into the "white mist".

"Ahem, ahem, ahem...."

Fogg coughed violently, and his cheeks were red and bloodshot:

"This guy... Cover your body with catkins! ”

"Naranga!"

He endured the discomfort of the catkins in his nose, turned his head and shouted to Naranga:

"I can't see where that guy is right now."

"Quick, use your aerosmith to find out this 'egg roll head'!"

In addition to being able to shoot bullets and drop bombs, Naranga's aerosmith also has a radar that can detect carbon dioxide concentrations.

The radar is so precise that it can even target the tiniest amounts of carbon dioxide produced by human breathing.

By seeing where the carbon dioxide concentration is higher than the air around them, Naranga can locate the enemy's location without the help of sight.

"Good!"

"I'll look for it now!"

Naranga agreed to Fogg's request without hesitation, turning on the detection radar on the Aerial Smith.

However...

"That's... Fogg. He was a little embarrassed and said, "I can't seem to find him." ”

"Why?"

Fogg asked a little impatiently, "There is no interference next to it, why can't you find it?" ”

"This..."

Hearing this, a layer of sweat suddenly appeared on Nalanga's forehead.

He looked at the willow trees that were still "gushing" out, and explained with difficulty with the lowest level of primary school education in his team:

"I guess willow trees need energy to grow."

"So, I don't know if it's intentional or not, that guy used his ability to give birth to a large number of catkins, and at the same time, he also accelerated the growth of these willow trees by the way... Light... No... Light and dark... Heguang? ”

"Photosynthesis?"

Fuge, a genius boy who was admitted to university at the age of 13, helped to say this simple term.

"No, that's right!"

"The surrounding carbon dioxide was quickly absorbed by those trees, and the concentration was chaotic..."

Naranga let out a long sigh of relief:

"Anyway, I can't find him!"