Superman: The Last Son of Krypton Page #4

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such an attractive visitor.

I'm John Corben,

special attach to the regent.

- How may I help you, Miss...?

- Lois Lane, Daily Planet.

I'm doing a story on gun smuggling...

...and was wondering

if I could ask about your cargo.

But we have no cargo.

You must know there's a trade embargo

between the U.S. and Kaznia.

We're part of a diplomatic envoy...

...trying to restore friendly relations

between our countries.

Then you won't mind me

taking a look around.

Better yet, why don't we continue

this interview ashore, say, over dinner?

I'd be more than happy to answer

any questions that you might have.

I can think of some doozies.

I'll bet.

Here's a shot of Luthor getting

a commendation.

A shot of the special crimes unit.

And I took this at the dedication

of the zoo's polar bear exhibit.

- Cute little guy.

- Yeah, nice.

You didn't see Miss Lane

come back, did you?

She brought me along to get shots

for her smuggling story.

- Is that right?

- Yeah, have a look.

Yeah, I figure a few more shots like that

and Perry's bound to put me on staff.

There, in the background.

That ship's a Kaznian tanker.

It's so small. How can you tell?

Clark?

You're making a big mistake.

Everyone in my office knows where I am.

Sweetheart, if anyone knew or cared,

they would have made a move by now.

We're clear. Lose her.

You again? Get him!

Take cover.

Thanks.

Anytime.

So long, sweetheart.

Call the police and let them know

what's happening. I'll try to stop it.

Be...

...careful.

This is Corben. Tell the regent his battle

suit is coming to him by special delivery.

Everyone, clear the area now.

Stupid, stupid move, my friend.

No!

Gotcha.

Shall we go a few rounds

without the suit?

Too bad.

Yeah, chief, I think stopping the presses

would be a very good idea.

You see, as the agreed-upon merchandise

never left Metropolis...

...my client, the regent, respectfully

requests a full and prompt refund.

We had an understanding.

All I had to do was arrange

for the regent's men...

...to take possession, and they did.

Now because of this alien's interference

you expect me to eat a billion dollars?

I think you have more pressing concerns

at the moment.

Good day.

I'm afraid we already have

a window washer.

Oh, the silent treatment.

Well, I don't know what you

thought you heard...

...but I know what you can prove.

And it's nothing.

You see, Superman...

...I own Metropolis. My technology

built it, my will keeps it going...

...and two-thirds of its people work for me,

whether they know it or not.

Even you have to admit

it's a model of efficiency.

And yet I've often thought,

"Why limit myself to just one city?"

A being with your abilities

could be very useful to me on a...

...shall we say, global scale.

Why don't you float on in

and we'll discuss it.

Say something!

I'll be watching you, Luthor.

Wait, I'm not finished with you!

- Hey, look.

- There he is.

- Superman!

- Get a shot. Superman, come on down.

Superman, give us an answer here.

Way to go, big guy. You're okay.

Brainiac systems activated.

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