Doraemon: Start by taking care of Nobita Tamako

Doraemon held the lost bell in his hand, put it back together and hung it back around his neck.

He wanted to get back the thing he had been longing for, but because the important chip hidden in the bell had been taken away, it had no value to him anymore.

"What happened?"

"Why are you all here?"

Behind the crowd, the curator and Masterda heard the alarm and rushed over.

Looking at the expansion and evolution of the artificial sun without the constraints of the instruments, his face became extremely ugly.

"It's over, we're in big trouble now!"

Looking at the uncontrollable artificial sun, Director Fix collapsed to the ground.

For some unknown reason, all the secret props disappeared and he was unable to prevent the disaster.

At this rate, the whole world will be destroyed in a few hours.

"This is Dr. Hartmann's sun-making machine..."

"Bepla, this is all your fault, right?"

"I didn't expect you to actually hide in a place like this. I'm going to arrest you now!"

Masterda glared at Bepura with eyes filled with indignation. This was the second time that this scientist had suffered a devastating failure.

He should have been caught in the repair factory at that time. Perhaps he hid some experimental items in the props that needed repair while he was evading the police.

"Wait, officer, now is not the time to be dwelling on this!"

"The Sun-Making Machine has started to become active and is on the verge of losing control. We should first find a way to solve the problem at hand."

"If this continues, the sun will continue to expand and become a red giant, and the earth will probably be melted."

Seeing the other party take out the silver bracelet and prepare to rush up to arrest people, Bepra hurriedly pointed at the sun-making machine to change the subject.

"Is there any way to stop the Sun Maker?"

Seeing that Bepra was talking so seriously, Nobi Hiroshi hurriedly asked, and at the same time felt that the person who developed this machine was too idle.

It can be opened but not destroyed. A dangerous thing like this that is sealed up is not safe at all. It is like a time bomb.

"Director Fikes, I leave the scene to you. I'll go outside and evacuate the crowd."

"Bepla, you are the one behind all this, right? Hurry up and find a way to save the situation!"

After patting the curator on the shoulder, Masterda turned around and yelled at Bepura, then left without looking back.

"..."

Looking at the fat policeman's running back, Nobi Hiro suddenly felt speechless.

He clearly found a plausible excuse to run away, but the black walkie-talkie in his pocket almost fell out.

Although he did not despise this practice, he could not avoid facing it.

"Ouch, without a secret tool, how can we block this artificial sun?"

"How about we all leave? This isn't our time anyway."

Xiaofu looked at the sun that was getting bigger and bigger in front of him, and his heart rose to his throat.

"It's no use. All metal is gone. I think the time machine is gone."

Holding Shizuka's trembling little hand tightly, Nobi Hiroshi said this news with embarrassment that made everyone almost despair.

If he could run, he would have run long ago, and Officer Mashida would have been left behind.

"Ah, then shouldn't we..."

"Can you put it out with water?"

"How is that possible? The sun is a huge energy source. Water is completely useless."

Nobi Hiroshi glanced at Nobita, and Nobita was suddenly speechless and swallowed hard.

The expressions on the faces of the others also showed decadence, and the same was true for Jin Jia, who was the same age.

But the difference is that she doesn't have the comfort of companions like Nobita and others.

His grandfather was an emo because he did something wrong, and Kurt, who was half a friend, was helping to clean up the mess.

The girl was feeling extremely anxious and uneasy, and was a little envious of another girl who was present, as she didn't seem to be afraid at all.

"No, it was Hartmann who prevented the crisis. He was the only one who could have done it."

"I have made such a stupid mistake once again. I am indeed a hopeless and useless scientist."

Bepra laid on her hands in front of the lab table and cried, filled with remorse.

Looking at the discouraged Dr. Bepura, Kurt tried to persuade him earnestly, but it was of no use. Old Deng completely lost his self-confidence.

So he quickly shouted, "Everyone, these props are not made of all metal. They can be used normally. Try to see if they work."

"Ok."

Taking the prop bag thrown to him, Doraemon discovered a usable black hole vacuum cleaner and led everyone to work hard to slow down the rampage of the artificial sun.

"Doctor, I'm going to give it a try. I'm going to try to stop the Sun Maker from going berserk."

"The doctor is definitely not a useless scientist. The doctor once said that my strength is that I will never give up even if I fail."

"In fact, PhDs are the same. They never give up, never admit defeat, and are overconfident. These are the advantages of PhDs."

"I don't want to lose to my grandfather, so I keep working hard. Doctor, are you really willing to lose to my grandfather, Dr. Hartman, just like this?"

Kurt glared and said a bunch of sensational words, then directly replaced Bepra's position, sat at the main control console, and prepared to change his fate.

Everyone in the venue was working hard, except for the curator who was slacking off, and everything seemed to be moving in a good direction.

Unfortunately, what they didn't know was that a giant robot was heading this way.

That was the Robot Museum's first generation security robot, which could not distinguish between friend or foe.

Just like the Sun-Making Machine, it lost the restraint of the All-Metal and began to run wild.

laboratory……

"Wuhuhuhu, it's scalding me. The props have reached their limit and can't withstand the heat."

Nobi Hiroshi threw away the nozzle of the vacuum cleaner. The entire pipe was so hot that it turned red and he could no longer hold it with his hands to continue working.

"How about it Doraemon, are there any other props I can use?"

He shook his hands, and the burned skin was slowly healing. Nobi Hiroshi kicked the vacuum cleaner away and turned to look at the blue fat man.

"No, only these black hole vacuum cleaners are usable, the rest are junk."

"Oh, it's hot."

As he spoke, Doraemon also let go of the vacuum cleaner in his hand, and their only prop that could be used to slow down the expansion of the sun was destroyed.

Just when everyone was getting anxious like ants on a hot pan, another misfortune struck from the sky.

Boom!

An explosion was heard, and a hole was formed in the ceiling of the basement where the artificial sun was located. A lump of black iron fell from the sky and dug a big hole.

"Intruder detected in basement, clearing out intruder initiated."

Without saying a word, the robot that came in directly fired several missiles. The whizzing sound of the air flow made people feel heartbroken.

bump!bump!bump!

A fog mixed with gunpowder spread, and the air was filled with an unpleasant smell of gunpowder.

Fortunately, no one was injured in this round of attack. The robot might have been in disrepair for a long time, and its accuracy was very poor.

"What the hell, who designed this robot, and why does it have missiles?"

Looking at the deep pit of the explosion not far away, Hiro Nobi threw himself between Shizuka and Jin Jia and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

If they had been a little bit slower, they would have been hit. Fortunately, they reacted quickly and kicked Fat Tiger and the others to the ground.

Although he didn't know whether he would die, he was afraid of the pain.

Chapter 180: Master of Substitute

The smoke cleared and artillery fire rang out. The guard robots launched another attack, and the gun barrels on their shoulder armor were as ferocious as fire snakes.

Without any secret props and without any resistance, Hiro Nobi pulled everyone to the corner to hide from the hail of bullets outside the wall.

Doraemon looked serious and raised his head to look at the control panel in the safe zone on the upper left.

"Everyone, we have to find a way to deal with this big guy and buy Kurt more time."

"That's true, but with the junk we have, we are no match for a monster of that level!"

As Fat Tiger spoke, he took out the non-full-metal electromagnetic gun made by Kurt.

The blue current was covered by enemy fire, and the damage it caused was just a tickle.

Looking at the robot guard that was still firing missiles, Nobi Hiroshi leaned over and shouted to the curator who was hiding in the opposite blind spot.

"Director Fikes, is there any way to deal with this robot?"

"Yes, when we made this robot, we installed a switch on its back. Just press it to stop it from working."

"Behind the scenes, I see."

Nobi Hiro nodded upon hearing this.

"Understand what? Do you want to turn off the switch?"

"You're crazy! Don't go out. This is very dangerous. Let's wait for the police to come for support."

Director Fix saw that Nobi Hiroshi was eager to try and hurriedly advised him not to.

The next second, the figure in the corner suddenly disappeared from his eyes, and behind the robot guard, a "little potato" jumped out from somewhere.

Fix blinked and wiped his lenses in disbelief.

He confirmed that his eyesight was not blurry, but how did the child do it without any secret props?

He huddled in a corner, thinking hard.

"Everyone, let's go out and cover Hong. Everyone should try to attract the robot's attention!"

"Ok."

Everyone understood the plan tacitly.

Doraemon gathered his courage and rushed out first, followed by the others, who flipped open the net cover of the sewer and crawled in to use it as a trench.

Shizuka looked at the figure in the distance and couldn't help but worry for the other party. She subconsciously forgot about the dirty ditch and continued to use the air cannon made by Kurt to attract the enemy's hatred.

boom! boom!

Missiles were still being fired, sparks were flying, and most of the robots' firepower was attracted to the front row, so Nobi Hiroshi, who was attacking from behind, successfully got close.

But the guard robot's radar was not to be trifled with. Once it reached a certain range, the machine gun on its back shoulder suddenly changed direction and aimed at the little ant below.

“Thump, thump, thump~~~~”

The sound of fire snakes spitting and shell casings hitting the ground constantly stimulates adrenaline.

With his super powers, Hiro Nobi was able to easily dodge some of the missiles, but most of them were still covered by an invisible net of telekinesis.

But as they get closer, more telekinesis is consumed, and the net is about to reach its maximum load and may collapse at any time.

(Teleportation is only an approximate direction and cannot be accurate to a specific location)

"No, we can't get close to that place at all if we continue like this."

Hiro Nobi walked forward with his arms propped up, his vision completely covered by scattered sparks.

If the stalemate continues like this, the defense will collapse in less than half a minute.

"In this case, we can only..."

Looking at the big hole in the ceiling, Nobi Hiro suddenly had an idea and remembered what was in his pocket.

It's not made of all metal.