The Father of American Comics Superheroes Chapter 79: It’s you again…

　　 The next day, watching Hank Pym being taken away on his stomach, Mike felt instantly relieved.

　　 This guy should be able to stay in the hospital for a few days...

　　 dared to trim him with canned herring, but luckily he only ate part of it.

　　Wow, today seems to be a happy day.

　　 After having breakfast in a good mood, Mike took the three boys and Hank Pim's "orphan" Hope, and a group of five people embarked on the journey.

　　 Hope has lived in San Francisco for a long time and has been to many places, so he volunteered to be a tour guide.

　　Alamo Square, Jiuquhua Street...

　　 In the evening, they came to the Golden Gate Bridge, one of the symbols of San Francisco.

　　 Hope said that it’s more beautiful at night than during the day.

　　 Sure enough, when it gets dark, the lights on the bridge are on. From a distance, the Golden Gate Bridge is like a bridge to heaven floating in the sky, which is amazing.

　　 And when Mike saw the Golden Gate Bridge, he couldn't help but glance at Eric.

　　 Noting Mike's gaze, Eric was startled and grinned at Mike.

　　 Crossing the Golden Gate Bridge, a group of five people found a special restaurant for dinner, and then went back to the hotel to rest.

　　 After calling Hank Pym to express his condolences and receiving his heartfelt blessings, Mike slept very soundly all night.

　　 Another day, Mike and his party continue to travel.

　　"Let’s go to Fisherman’s Wharf first, and then stop by Alcatraz Island. In the afternoon, we will go to North Beach, known as Little Italy, to have afternoon tea and enjoy the Italian style full of San Francisco flavor."

　　 Hope introduced to everyone, it can be seen that he did his homework in advance.

　　 After a pause, Hope mysteriously said to the three of Clark: "I heard that the North Beach at night will be more fun, but Hank has never let me go, this time I finally have a chance."

　　 More fun at night?

　　Clark and the three are also interested.

　　 Mike nodded secretly. It was indeed more fun at night there, waiting for a few children to fall asleep, and find a chance to go there by himself.

　　 Alcatraz Island is a small island located in the San Francisco Bay in the San Francisco Sea. It is very close to Fisherman’s Wharf. The terrain is steep and the traffic is inconvenient. Therefore, a prison was built here and it is also known as the most difficult prison to escape. .

　　 However, this prison has been abandoned many years ago. Based on the principle of waste utilization, it has become a scenic spot, attracting many tourists.

　　After making a circle at Fisherman’s Wharf, a group of five people planned to visit Alcatraz Island. At this time, there was a suitable boat and it was a tour group, so Mike and the others spent some money and temporarily joined the tour. Mission, got on this ship.

　　As soon as he got on the boat and sat down on his seat, Mike looked around, as if looking for something.

　　 "Uncle Mike, what's wrong with you?"

　　 "I have a bad feeling." Mike pinched his chin and said, smiling, "Maybe it's my illusion."

Before the voice of 　　 was over, Clark’s surprised voice rang: "Uncle Coulson? Are you also on this boat?"

　　 Mike took a breath.

　　 Sure enough, he felt right.

　　 Then this ship won’t sink, right?

　　 Just as Mike was making random guesses, Coleson walked over with a smile on his face, and said to Mike: "It's a fate."

　　 fate, I suspect you are following me!

　　 Mike spit out, but he knew it was impossible.

　　 Coleson sat down beside Mike, looked at Mike and his group curiously, and said: "Are you going to visit it?"

　　"Could it be that I went to live in prison?"

　　 Eric grumbled.

　　 Coleson gave a light cough, smiled awkwardly, but his eyes fell on Hope, and said: "Beautiful lady, my name is Phil Coleson."

　　 Hope politely nodded and said: "Hope."

　　 Alcatraz Island is not far from them, just a short chat, and it will soon arrive.

　　After disembarking from the boat, Mike and his team followed the guide and started to tour on Alcatraz Island.

　　Araka Prison, where many big people have been locked up.

　　 Like the godfather of the Mafia.

　　 Listening to the guide's introduction, the tourists talked in a low voice, or took pictures for nostalgia.

　　The first and only benefit that I met Coleson has now manifested.

　　He can help Mike take a group photo with them.

　　 After leaving a photo full of commemorative value, a group of people followed the tour guide to the inside of the prison, met another tourist group, and instantly became lively.

　　 Mike looked at the other tour group, his eyes swept over the several tourists inside, and his brows wrinkled indistinctly.

　　 The walking habit and the temperament of those few people are somewhat different from ordinary tourists.

　　 veteran?

　　 Mike whispered and stopped paying attention.

　　 If he looks like a criminal, he should pay attention.

　　 The prison is three stories high, with iron bars on both sides separating cells from each other.

　　 The guide pointed to the corridor in the middle of the cell, and introduced as he walked: "This corridor has a nice name,'Broadway Street'."

　　 Tourists expressed a lot of interest.

　　 The tour guide smiled and said: "At that time, any new prisoner who just went to jail would have to walk through here naked, and on both sides were criminals whistling to you, like a show on time, so That’s the name that sounds good."

　　 Hearing this, everyone talked a lot, and many even whistled.

　　 "Everyone!"

　　 The tour guide clapped and attracted everyone’s attention. He pointed to one of the cells inside and said: "It’s time for experience! Go in and blow your whistle."

　　 The tourists laughed and walked towards the cell in groups.

　　 This jail experience~IndoMTL.com~ makes tourists feel very novel.

　　 "Quickly, let's go in and take a look!"

　　 Charles dragged his walking hand and walked towards the cell in front of him. Clark and the others had to follow him.

　　 "Uncle Colson, come on!"

　　 Charles called to Colson outside.

　　 Coleson smiled and walked in.

　　In the past few years, he has seen a lot of prisons, but it is the first time to enter the cell.

　　 After the tourists entered, a dozen soldiers with guns suddenly appeared.

　　 "Don't be afraid, everyone, this is all fake, in order to improve the authenticity, so that everyone has a better experience."

　　 Listening to the guide's words, the tourists calmed down. Some tourists even entered the role and began to yell in the cell.

　　 Mike looked at those people, his eyes swept over the guns, and his eyes narrowed. These are real guns!

　　 The next second, the cell was closed and all the tourists were locked in. The soldiers with guns stood in front of the cell and pointed their cold guns at the tourists inside.

　　 At the same time, more soldiers appeared in the prison.

　　This kind of realistic effect makes some tourists even more excited.

　　 "Mike, this doesn't look like a fake."

　　 Coleson said in a low voice, watching the soldiers outside warily, until he saw someone walk in, his eyes narrowed, and he whispered.

　　 "General Frank Hammer!"

　　 He looked at the man with an ugly face, his head was in confusion.

　　A brigadier general appeared here for no reason, just for the realistic effect?

　　 Coleson thought with his lost hair, knowing it was impossible.

　　 Hearing Coleson's words, Mike frowned and said in a low voice: "It seems that things have become more complicated."