The terrorists moved with chilling efficiency, their black tactical gear blending into the dimly lit chaos of the stadium. They worked as if they had rehearsed every move—this was no random act of violence; it was a well-orchestrated operation.
Sumire Hoshino, the center of attention, barely had time to scream before she was grabbed by two heavily armed men. A thick metallic collar was snapped around her neck, pulsing with ominous red lights. A shock device.
Her personal security team, trained professionals, attempted to intervene—but they never stood a chance. Within moments, they were overpowered, their weapons knocked away, their bodies either stunned or brutally taken down.
One by one, key figures in the VIP section were targeted and captured.
Suneo, who had always been quick to show off but quicker to flee, immediately dove under a table, trembling as he tried to make himself invisible.
"I-I'm not important! I swear! I'm just a guest!" he whimpered, clutching his designer jacket.
But the attackers had no interest in mercy.
A masked soldier yanked him out by the collar.
"No! No! Let me go! I have money! I can pay—"
His protests were cut short as the soldier struck him across the face, sending him sprawling onto the ground.
Ignoring his sobbing, they dragged him toward the stage where other VIPs were being restrained.
Gian, unlike Suneo, wasn't the type to go down without a fight.
As soon as he saw Suneo being taken, his rage exploded.
"Hey, you jerks! You think you can just walk in here and do whatever you want?!"
With a furious roar, he charged forward, throwing his massive fists at the nearest attacker.
One punch landed hard, sending an armed man crashing into the barricade.
The crowd gasped—could he actually fight back?
But then—
Before Gian could swing again, a second attacker moved behind him with ruthless speed.
A shock baton slammed into his back, sending volts of electricity coursing through his body.
Gian let out a strangled yell as his muscles seized up. His legs gave way, and he collapsed, twitching.
The moment he fell, three more attackers descended upon him, kicking and striking him until he stopped moving.
"Tch. Big guy, small brain," one of them muttered before hauling him away.
While Gian's brute force failed, Kemuzou Kemumaki's ninja skills allowed him to last longer.
The moment the chaos began, his instincts kicked in.
He spun, dodging a swinging rifle, and in a flash, he retaliated—a swift, precise strike to an enemy's throat, followed by a perfectly executed flip to avoid a gunshot.
"You picked the wrong target, fools," Kemumaki hissed, eyes narrowing.
His movements were fluid, unpredictable—he ducked, twisted, and countered with swift palm strikes, knocking two attackers to the ground.
But then, his luck ran out.
A hidden drone scanned him from above, locking onto his energy signature.
A moment later—a net launcher fired from the shadows.
SNAP!
Thick, electrified wires wrapped around his body, shocking him in mid-air.
He barely had time to react before he crashed onto the stadium floor, immobilized.
Breathing heavily, he tried to cut through the net, but the voltage was too strong. He felt his body numbing.
"Damn… it…" he gasped before darkness clouded his vision.
While Gian and Kemumaki had tried to fight back, Shizuka and Yumeko were frozen in fear.
The chaos, the violence, the screams—it was too overwhelming.
Before they could even think about running, they were grabbed and restrained.
"Don't resist, and you'll live," one of the masked men growled, forcing them toward the stage.
Amidst all the destruction, a small, shadowy figure slipped away unnoticed.
Kemumaki's loyal ninja cat, Kagechiyo, had been watching from the rafters. When his master was captured, his feline instincts told him one thing—get help.
With a silent leap, he disappeared into the night, dashing across rooftops towards the only people who could stop this.
Meanwhile, in another part of the stadium, another hero had tried to intervene—Mitsuo Suwa, also known as Perman 1.
The young superhero had been monitoring the event from a distance, noticing the suspicious activity before the attack. The moment the explosion happened, he sprang into action.
With his Perman cape giving him enhanced speed, he darted into the stadium, ready to take down the intruders.
He had barely made it inside when—
CRACK!
A sudden gunshot rang out.
Mitsuo jerked in mid-air, feeling a sharp sting in his shoulder.
A sniper.
From the shadows, a long-range rifle had found its mark.
Blood trickled down his arm. His suit absorbed most of the impact, but the force of the shot threw him off balance.
Realizing he was exposed, Perman 1 had no choice.
Gritting his teeth, he activated his emergency escape mechanism.
"Tch! They were expecting me…!" he muttered as he vanished into the darkness, retreating before he was completely taken down.
Outside the stadium, Nobita and Doraemon finally arrived, panting from the long run.
But what they saw made them freeze in horror.
The once-lively stadium was now a scene of devastation. Smoke rose from the shattered entrance. Sirens blared. Frantic civilians who had escaped were screaming for help.
And inside—dark figures moved in eerie unison, dragging hostages, securing exits, and ensuring no one left alive unless they allowed it.
Nobita clenched his fists. "This… this can't be happening…!"
Doraemon's robotic eyes scanned the scene, his expression unreadable.
"Nobita… this is more dangerous than anything we've ever faced before."
Their friends were inside. Captured. Beaten. Helpless.
And now, it was up to them to do the impossible.
A rescue mission like no other… was about to begin.