MPD Tech-Ops to Metropolis City Hall.
2078W in progress.
Kidnapping with advanced weapons. Got to be Intergang.
They took out half the reserve
with their tech weapons last week.
Makes you nostalgic for assault rifles.
It's a laugh to choose the plaza, Maggie.
These assholes are expecting something to wreck, Dan.
Probably with a cape.
Lucky me, I know a back way.
Get Mr. Mayor and his better half out of here
before we get in trouble from the man upstairs.
Didn't know you was a believer, boss.
That ain't the man upstairs I'm talking about.
Step away from the Mayor, Mannheim.
Don't give me a reason.
Then you shouldn't have given me one.
你 去确认他们死了没 看清楚了
You, make sure they're dead. Painfully sure.
And you, grab our esteemed Mayor while I call for a ride.
Okay. I'll get you out of here.
Come on, fella. You don't want to be a cop killer.
Yeah, why's that?
Hey, ever wonder what it feels like to fall from a great distance?
Let's find out.
Oh, looks like it hurts.
Be right back.
给点反应 该死 真是破烂
Work, damn it! Stupid piece of crap!
You're supposed to transport me on my command.
Don't bother. Fried it with my heat vision.
Only place you're being transported to, Mannheim,
it's got three squares a day, and lights out at 8:00.
Son of a...
You know, if there's one thing I can't stand,
it's a bully.
Guys like you give Metropolis a bad name.
But you should know by now, Mannheim,
no one tears my city apart and gets away with it.
I feel like I say this a couple of times a week
but thanks, Superman.
I don't know what we'd do without you.
You sound like a guy who wants my vote, Mr. Mayor.
Hey, hey. That's my friend there.
超人 是我 你的老伙计
Superman! Hey, it's me, your old buddy.
Bibbo Bibbowski. How is the unluckiest sailor in town?
Ah, come on. You ain't have to save my bacon that many times!
Anyway, ain't no sailor no more.
I'm a restaurateur.
Ace O' Clubs Bar and Grill.
How about a picture for the joint?
Stupid thing. Never works when you need it to.
I got you covered.
Jimmy Olsen, you're a lifesaver.
Thanks, big guy.
I'll make sure to get this to you, Mr. Bibbowski.
餐厅见 小家伙 我请客
See you down at the joint, kid. The ribs are on me.
谢了 吉米 我真的该走了
Thanks, Jimmy. I really have to get going.
Leaguers, is anyone...
- Available? - 'Sup?
I have to be somewhere. Think you could help with the cleanup?
I swear you guys think I'm some sort of one-man janitorial crew.
Well, while you're at it, my apartment could use a going over.
Whoa! What the hell have you been up against?
An Intergang crew that somehow got a hold of a Mother Box.
And that's not all. This armor's from Apokolips, too.
How you figure?
I'm wearing the same stuff, remember?
Oh, great. Leftovers from our war with Darkseid.
We need to get this analyzed. Maybe one of the others could help.
No, we need someone who's worked with this crap.
Someone who knows it inside and out.
We need my dad.
I could take it to him if you want.
I know you two don't exactly...
Nah, it's cool. No problem ever got better by avoiding it.
Well, at least, I won't be slowing you down on cleanup.
I owe you one, Flash.
You owe me about 30.
I wonder if it's too late to join the Titans.
Is there an age limit?
He's gonna take pictures with anyone who asks.
The guy just can't help himself.
You said two minutes, tops.
抱歉 莱恩小姐 技术型劫匪
Sorry, Miss Lane, tech-enhanced gangsters
kidnapping the Mayor and other assorted distractions.
I know. I saw it live.
Are you sure you're not just getting old?
You'll have to tell me what that's like.
Ha! Super touche.
Your stories about Superman helped me earn the people's trust.
Now it's time they learned about the Kryptonian tech
that brought the strange visitor from another planet to Earth.
And here's the compartment that contained me as an infant.
Throughout the trip, it was in charge of monitoring
my genetic makeup as well as my basic metabolism.
Not to mention midnight feedings.
How did it do all this?
I've only gotten so far studying Kryptonian technology.
That's why I handed the job over to Dr. Klyburn and her crew.
Which we were more than happy to take on.
Only recently have we discovered these
super condensed ionized crystals.
We believe they acted as hyperwave
acceleration units for transport.
Oh, the gas.
To put it simply. We pulled it from the main section of the pod,
the baby's car seat, so to speak.
It can only be activated one way.
You might want to look away for a moment, Miss Lane.
Kryptonian tech can be a bit overwhelming.
Your identity genome is confirmed, Kal-El.
I am the data matrix,
the physical embodiment of a personally attuned program
designed as a repository for all that is Kryptonian in nature.
My sole purpose on this journey is to inform you,
assist you and protect you and all Kryptonian life.
Wait a second. Is he...
Yes, Miss Lane.
You're looking at the last son of Krypton's nanny.
As I have also been entrusted
with preserving the history of all Kryptonian bloodlines.
We will begin with yours.
The House of El.