Under the deliberate lure of Giorno, Fogg and Naranga had already chased after them to the periphery of the fire.

And in order to hunt down Giorno, Fogg will definitely let Ziyang run in front of him.

In this way, starting from the center of the fire, to Fugue, to Purple Smoke, and finally to Giorno, the four have been connected into a ray from west to east.

And unfortunately...

According to the principle of thermal convection, the large amount of heat generated by a fire causes the surrounding hot air to rise continuously, creating a huge chimney effect.

At the same time, due to the updrafts of the fire, strong centripetal gusts of wind gradually develop on the surface around the fire, providing it with additional air.

This "centripetal gust" naturally blows from the outside to the inside, blowing gusts in the center of the fire from all sides.

Judging from the position of Fogg and the others, this gust of wind formed because of the fire will be an east wind blowing from east to west, from Giorno to the purple smoke, and then from the purple smoke to the Fog itself.

And more importantly...

The burning of the fire also attracts the surrounding air, which greatly accelerates the air flow.

In other words, not only will the wind suddenly turn into an easterly wind, but the easterly wind will be very strong because of the fire.

"Knowledge is power..."

Giorno, a junior high school student who mastered super-curriculum knowledge with extracurricular books, couldn't help but feel such feelings at this time.

And then....

Dongfeng masterpiece!

A strong wind suddenly rose from behind Giorno, and in an unstoppable manner, it blew away like a tsunami of purple smoke in front of him.

The lilac mist was about to touch Giorno's skin.

But in the midst of this sudden east wind, these killer viruses instantly reversed the direction of their spread like grass swaying in the wind.

Instead of rushing any further towards Chororo, it turned around and blew towards Fog and Naranga with the wind.

"The... Damn it! ”

Fugg's face stiffened completely:

As the owner of Ziyan, he can only control Ziyan, but he can't control the murderous virus released by Ziyan.

With this strong wind, it was not up to him to decide where the poisonous mist should go.

And once this murderous virus is released, it is already an existence independent of Purple Smoke, even if Fogg cancels the stand-in to make Purple Smoke disappear, there is no way to eliminate this virus.

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

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

"The wind speed is so fast that the poison gas mass is expanding even more with the help of the wind."

"You can't avoid it... I can't avoid it! ”

Looking at the oncoming purple poisonous mist, or rather, the storm of poisonous gas, all that remained in Fogg's eyes was despair.

And what's worse...

Naranga was also implicated by him.

In order to protect Naranga's "crispy ADC", Fogg deliberately let him follow him.

But he never expected that not only did he not protect Naranga, but also put Naranga in a desperate situation with him.

"It's over, it's over..."

Naranga's expression was also pale:

"I... I can't see the day when Bugarati will be a cadre..."

"No..."

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

He bit his lip so hard that his lip broke and bleed.

In this way, Naranga did his best to observe everything around him, desperately trying to find a glimmer of life in this desperate situation.

Five meters... Four meters... Three meters... The poisonous gases in the wind are getting closer.

And at this moment, as if he really saw some hope, his eyes suddenly lit up:

"Aviation Smith!"

The 'little plane' hovering in the sky suddenly flipped its fuselage and changed its form, trying its best to point its guns at the ground before the poisonous fog arrived.

"Huh?"

Giorno frowned slightly:

"Do you still want to resist?"

"It's useless... At such a time, even if I hit me with a bullet, I will not solve the problem. ”

The poisonous mist had already been blown out by the strong wind, and even if Giorno really let himself be killed by bullets, it would not solve the fate of Fugg and Naranga's imminent poisoning.

And Naranga seems to have thought of that.

When Aviation Smith finally turned the nose of the plane and aimed the muzzle of the gun downward, Naranga froze there as if he had suddenly jammed.

He didn't do anything and didn't let Aerosmith fire.

"Huh? It's—" Giorno's brow furrowed even deeper.

But, no matter what, the poisonous fog blew through.

Naranga, who was dull-faced, and Fuge, who was desperate to die, were all shrouded in the purple poisonous mist.

There are no screams, no screams, because the moment the virus enters the body, it does not make people feel pain.

However, just two seconds after the wind blew and the poisonous fog gradually dissipated, Fogg and Naranga's expressions twisted violently with the pain from the inside out.

The virus flares up.

This killer virus can make an adult's flesh and blood festering to death in half a minute, and the killing effect is extremely terrifying.

Just a few seconds after being infected with the virus, the poisoned person will quickly experience the terrible feeling of rapid deterioration of bodily functions under the infection of the virus.

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

His breathing became heavy, his heart beat violently, and every breath he took was as hard as if he were fighting a beast.

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

In previous battles, Bugarati would try not to let Fogg attack if he could.

After all...

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

"I'm going to die..."

Fogg gasped and fell to his knees in sweat.

Naranga's body was also shaking violently under the erosion of the virus, and he was almost unsteady on his feet.

Their vision was blurred by the rapid passage of life, and the scene before them gradually dimmed.

In the darkness over there, the marquee of life is running again.

"No... Unexpectedly... I'm going to die at the hands of my own virus. ”

"I'm sorry, Naranga..."

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

"I've always said you're a fool who can't even add, subtract, multiply and divide, until the end... But it's me, an idiot, who has caused you trouble. ”

"yes."

Naranga's voice trembled.

He said to Fogg with a complicated expression:

"You're a fool, a big fool! I was really killed by you this time! ”

"Hey, hey..."

Fogg fell to his knees, gasping for breath with difficulty:

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

"Than... Like what... Forgive me or something..."

They are explaining each other's last words, and their feelings are very sincere.

At this time, Giorno's voice sounded out of place.

As the ultimate victor, there was no pleasure or ridicule in his voice, only a kind of doubt with a complicated meaning:

"Naranga... Right? ”

"Why did you stop moving?"

"I've seen it, you've actually thought of a way to survive—"

"Your 'toy plane' wasn't attacking me at the time, but was pointing its gun at the car parked on the side of the road, at the car's fuel tank."

"As soon as you fire a bullet to detonate the fuel tank of your car, the explosion of fuel will create a strong wind that will blow away all the poisonous fog that has been blowing you away."

"There's a good chance that this plan will succeed, but..."

Giorno looked at Naranga, who was almost on the ground, and asked with great concern:

"At the most critical moment, you hesitated."

"You didn't let the plane fire the bullets, you gave up that only chance of life."

"Why is that?"

"Ahem..."

Naranga, who had a viral attack, spat out a mouthful of blood before he said in a hoarse voice:

"Because... That car is ours. ”

"I didn't pay attention to it before, and when we were chasing you, we unknowingly ran to our own car."

"It's all to blame Forge..."

He smiled hard and helplessly:

"It's all because of Fogg... Because this car... I was stunned..."

"Fogg, this big idiot, why don't you park the car a little farther away!!"

"Car?"

Giorno's heart moved:

"Is there anything in that car that has to be protected?"

He tried to take a few steps closer, peeking in through the window—

There was a man in the car, who was sleeping deeply.