Blasting the Dynamite Ring pt. 2

All night long in the inky darkness caused by the disabled powerhouse, a band of goodlands and underworld characters ravaged the city, bombing buildings, setting fires and robbing banks and jewelry stores. The police and fire departments did heroic work trying to stem the tide of terrorism. In the morning the aroused populace stormed the doors of City Hall demanding protection.

Where's the man? Why don't you do something? Yes, I hope the stars are being looted. Our factories are being dynamite. It's fair. What's the police doing about it? Where's the commission? What do we take care of?

Look, look, look towards the road there. There's a man sickening. Yes, the man's with it. Right. Right. Everybody. Hello, citizens. I know you are putting a terrible knife. We have many of you have lost valuable.

Some of you have had your shop broken into, or your factories burned by the members of this band of money mad cutthroat. You're a few, I'm a friend, and a clock, a mission or a police.

Burn me into the deputy. Yes, me too. I was in the army. I can do that. You assist this tribe, and if there are reports of the Commissioner a police headquarters, he can use every fighting man he can death.

and now I must get back to my office and plan a campaign that will risk this city forever. Out the city the movement grew to join with the police in running down the dynamite, arsonist, and robbers.

Repairs were rushed on the power plant so that by nightfall the city might again be illuminated. Meanwhile in an iron walled room of a secret hiding plate on an island far beyond the city's outskirts, the Blue Beetle is slowly regaining consciousness.