"Human trafficking? The descendants of slaves had become slave owners now. Heh, not bad. The American Dream had truly come alive."
Su Ming strolled beneath the dim moonlight, slowly making his way into the villa's main hall. He found a sofa and sat down, lit a cigarette in the darkness, and took a deep drag.
"Hiss... whew. That made sense, then. Oh, and you might not know this, but slave trafficking counted as a labor-intensive industry. One person could run a studio and make computer games for money, but it was hard for one person to import and transport slaves. And there were probably tycoons and politicians behind this Delly."
"What do you mean, it makes sense? A human-trafficking ring was operating right under Superman's nose, and he didn't know?"
Donna looked somewhat unhappy. She harbored deep enmity toward anyone who treated women as merchandise.
"It's not really Superman's fault, because X-ray Vision isn't all-powerful." Bobo hopped from Deathstroke's shoulder onto the sofa armrest. "Superman's X-ray Vision can't see through lead-containing alloys. Even cement with a high lead content can block it. Everyone on Earth knows that weakness. If I'm right, the basement of this villa was lined with lead sheets and thoroughly soundproofed."
After all, this was Metropolis. If anyone wanted to conduct illegal business in this city, Superman was the first person they needed to guard against.
Originally, nobody had known about this. Batman had been the first to discover it. He had recorded Superman's inability to see through lead sheets in the Justice League's mainframe, in case he died someday and the surviving humans needed to fight an insane Superman.
But then the Tower of Babel Protocol was leaked, and that intelligence became public. Every Super Villain had a copy and had memorized every weakness of the