Death Strikes From the East pt. 1

down upon the underworld with mashed ganglin, come the friend of the unfortunate, enemy of criminal. In mysterious, all powerful characters, a problem to the police, but a true state of law. In reality, Dan Garrett, a rookie patrolman, loved by everyone but suspected by none of being the Bloom Beetle.

As the Bloom Beetle, he hides behind the strange mask and a suit of interritable blue chain armor, flexible as self but stronger than sin. Today's episode of the Blue Beetle is entitled Death Strikes From the East.

In the city's Chinatown, the sun to the Orient are restless, uneasy. The police department expects war between rival songs to break out at any moment, and is prepared. What is behind this uneasiness? Is it something that concerns only the Chinese?

Or is there an occidental hand at work pulling the strings like a phantom puppeteer. As I saw he opened the cormandandan garret, who in secret is the blue beetle, discusses the situation with his friend and confident Dr. Franz in his little apopically job.

You know that, meaning here, Mr. Carter, it's hard to realize that you and I are only a few silly blocks away from the Orient. You're referring to Chinatown? No. I wish I knew what was going on down there.

Do you think gravel palms are about to wall on each other? No, not else. Then what do you think it's causing? It's unrest. Can you take a speak of fear and resentment, resentment or shame of us?

You mean the police? No. A white race. But what have we done to that? We don't know less than. No, it isn't that. I think there's some sort of a racket going on down there.