Chapter 79 It's You Again...
The next day, seeing Hank Pym being taken away on his stomach, Mike instantly felt relieved.
This guy should be able to stay in the hospital for a few days...
Dare to use canned herring to treat him, but luckily he only ate part of it.
Wow, today looks like it's going to be a good day.
After Mike had breakfast in a good mood, he took the three boys and Hank Pym's "orphan" Hope, and a group of five 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 says it's prettier at night than during the day.
Sure enough, when it was dark, the lights on the bridge came on, and from a distance, the Golden Gate Bridge was like a bridge floating in the sky, leading to the distant heaven, which was amazing.
And when Mike saw the Golden Gate Bridge, he couldn't help but glance at Eric.
Noticing Mike's gaze, Eric froze and grinned at Mike.
After crossing the Golden Gate Bridge, the group of five found a special restaurant for dinner, and then went back to the hotel to rest.
After calling Hank Pym to express condolences and receiving heartfelt blessings, Mike slept soundly all night.
Another new day, Mike and his party continued to travel.
"We will go to Fisherman's Wharf first, and then we will go to Alcatraz Island. In the afternoon, we will go to North Beach, known as Little Italy, to drink afternoon tea and enjoy the Italian style full of San Francisco flavors."
Hope introduced it to everyone, and it was obvious that he had done 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 never let me go, this time I finally have a chance."
More fun at night?
The three of Clark were also interested.
Mike nodded secretly, it is indeed more fun there at night, waiting for a few children to fall asleep, find a chance to go there by himself.
Alcatraz is a small island located in the San Francisco Bay of San Francisco. It is very close to Fisherman's Wharf. The terrain is steep and the transportation 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 and attracted many tourists.
After going around the fisherman's wharf, the group of five planned to go to Alcatraz Island to see it. It happened that there was a suitable boat at this time, and it was a tour group, so Mike and the others spent some money and temporarily joined the tour group and took a trip. on this ship.
As soon as he got on the boat and sat on the seat, Mike looked left and right, as if looking for something.
"Uncle Mike, what's wrong with you?"
"I have a bad feeling." Mike squeezed his chin and said with a smile, "Maybe it's my illusion."
Before he finished speaking, Clark's surprised voice rang out: "Uncle Coulson? Are you on this boat too?"
Mike took a breath.
Sure enough, his feeling was correct.
So the ship won't sink, will it?
Just as Mike was making wild guesses, Coulson came over with a smile on his face and said to Mike, "It's really fate."
Damn it, I suspect you're following me!
Mike groaned, but also knew that this was impossible.
Coulson sat down beside Mike, looked at Mike and his group curiously, and said, "Are you going to visit above?"
"Could it be that he is going to live in prison?"
Eric grunted.
Coulson coughed lightly and smiled awkwardly, but his eyes fell on Hope and said, "Beautiful lady, my name is Phil Coulson."
Hope nodded politely and said, "Hope."
Alcatraz is not far from them,
It was just a little chat for a while, and it came soon.
After disembarking, Mike and his party followed the tour guide and started touring on Alcatraz Island.
Araka Prison, where many big people have been imprisoned.
Like the mafia godfather or something.
Listening to the introduction of the tour guide, the tourists discussed in a low voice, or took pictures for nostalgia.
The first and only benefit of encountering Coulson is manifested.
He can help Mike to take pictures with them.
After leaving commemorative photos, the group followed the tour guide to the inside of the prison and met another tour group, which instantly became lively.
Mike looked at another tour group, his eyes swept over several tourists inside, and his brows were slightly wrinkled.
The walking habits and the temperament of those few people are a little different from ordinary tourists.
Veteran?
Mike murmured and stopped paying attention.
If it looks like a criminal, he needs to be careful.
The prison is three stories high, with iron bars on both sides separating cells from cell to cell.
The tour guide pointed to the corridor in the middle of the cell and introduced as he walked: "This corridor has a beautiful name, 'Broadway Street'."
There was a lot of interest from tourists.
The tour guide smiled and said: "At that time, any new prisoner who was just imprisoned would have to strip and walk through here, and there were criminals whistling at you on both sides, just like a show on time, so there was that Sounds like a nice name."
Hearing this, everyone talked a lot, and even a lot of people whistled.
"Everyone!"
The tour guide applauded, and after attracting everyone's attention, he pointed to the cells inside and said, "It's experience time! Go in and blow your whistle."
The tourists laughed and walked towards the cells in groups of three or five.
This prison experience makes tourists feel very novel.
"Quick, let's go in and have a look!"
Charles dragged his hand and walked towards the cell in front of him, and Clark and the others had to follow.
"Uncle Coulson, come on!"
Charles yelled to Coulson outside.
Coulson smiled and walked in.
In the past few years, he had seen a lot in prison, but it was the first time he entered the cell.
After the tourists entered, a dozen soldiers with guns suddenly appeared.
"Don't be afraid, this is all fake. In order to improve the authenticity and let everyone have a better experience."
Listening to the guide's words, the tourists calmed down, and some tourists even entered the role and started shouting in the cell.
Mike looked at those people, his eyes swept over the gun, 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 muzzles at the tourists inside.
At the same time, more military personnel showed up in prisons.
This realistic effect made some tourists even more excited.
"Mike, this doesn't look like a fake."
Coulson said something in a low voice, watching the soldiers outside vigilantly, until he saw a man walk in, his eyes narrowed, and he let out a low voice.
"General Frank Hammer!"
He looked at the man with an ugly face, and his head was in chaos.
A brigadier general is here for no reason, just for realistic effect?
Coulson, thinking with his lost hair, knew it was impossible.
Hearing Coulson's words, Mike frowned and whispered: "It seems that things have become complicated."