The Father of American Comics Superheroes

Chapter 79: You again......

Chapter 79: 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

Dare to screw him with a can, luckily he only ate part of it.

Wow, today looks like its going to be a good day.

Mike moody after breakfast, with three boys, and Hank Pyms orphan daughter Hope, a group of five people embarked on a journey.

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

Alamo Square, Nine Curves Flower Street

When evening came, they arrived at the Golden Gate Bridge, one of the icons of San Francisco.

Hope said it was even 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 seems to be floating in the sky, like a bridge to heaven, which is amazing.

And Mike couldnt help but look at Eric when he saw the Golden Gate Bridge.

Noticing Mikes gaze, Eric was stunned and grinned at Mike.

After crossing the Golden Gate Bridge, the five of them 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 heartfelt wishes, Mike slept well all night.

It was another day and Mike and his group continued their trip.

Well go to Fishermans Wharf first, and then stop by Alcatraz Island. In the afternoon, well go to North Beach, known as Little Italy, for afternoon tea and a taste of Italy with full of San Francisco flavour.

Hope introduced to the crowd, it is evident that she had done her homework in advance.

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

More fun at night?

The three boys also have an interest.

Mike secretly nodded his head, there is indeed more fun at night, waiting for a few children to fall asleep, find the opportunity to go to a wave of their own.

Alcatraz Island, a small island located in the San Francisco Bay in the San Francisco Sea, close to Fishermans Wharf, the terrain is steep and the traffic is inconvenient. Therefore, a prison was built there and it is also known as the most difficult prison to escape.

However, this prison has been abandoned many years ago, in line with the principle of waste, this place has become an attraction to many tourists.

After turning around at Fishermans Wharf, the group of five people intended to visit Alcatraz Island, and it so happened that there was a suitable boat at this time, and also a tour group, so Mike spent some money to temporarily join the tour group and hitch a ride on this boat.

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

Uncle Mike, whats wrong with you?

I have a bad feeling. Mike pinched his chin and said: Maybe its my illusion.

Before the words over from his mouth, Clarks voice full of surprise sounded, Uncle Coleson? Youre on this boat too?

Mike sucked in a cold breath.

Sure enough, his feeling was correct.

Then the ship will not sink, right?

Just as Mike was making wild guesses, Coleson came over with a smile on his face and said to Mike, What a fate!

Fate, my ass, I suspect youre following me!

Mike spat out, but knew it was impossible.

Coleson sat down next to Mike, looked at Mike and his group curiously, and said, You guys are going to visit up here?

Is it hard to go live in a prison?

Eric muttered.

Coleson coughed lightly and smiled awkwardly, but his eyes fell on Hope and said, Beautiful lady, my name is Phil Coleson.

Hope nodded politely and said, My name is Hope.

Alcatraz was not far from them.

Just a moment of small talk, soon arrived.

After getting off the boat, Mike and his group followed the guide and began to tour up on Alcatraz.

Araka prison, where a lot of big names have been locked up.

For example, the godfather of the mafia or something.

Listening to the guides introduction, the tourists whispered and discussed, or take pictures to remember.

The first and only benefit of meeting Coleson manifested itself so far.

He could help Mike and the others to take a group photo.

After leaving a photo full of souvenir value, the group followed the guide to the interior of the prison and met another tour group, which instantly became lively.

Mike looked at another tour group, his gaze swept over several tourists inside and frowned unnoticeably.

Those few people, no matter the walking habits, or the aura of their bodies, are a little different from ordinary tourists.

Veterans?

Mike cryptically said, and stopped paying attention.

If they looked like criminals, he would have to pay close attention.

The prison is three stories high, with bars on both sides separating one cell from another.

The tour guide pointed to the corridor in the middle of the cells, while walking and introduced: This corridor has a beautiful name, Broadway Street.

The tourists raised a lot of interest.

The guide smiled and said: At that time, any new inmate who was just admitted to prison had to strip naked and walk through here while lined with criminals whistling at you, just like a show that was put on time, hence that catchy-sounding name.

Hearing this, the crowd murmured and even owned a number of people whistling.

Everyone!

After the guide clapped and caught everyones attention, he pointed to one of the cells inside and said, Now its experience time! Go in and blow your whistles.

The tourists laughed and walked in groups toward the cells.

This experience of going to jail, made the visitors feel very new.

Come on, lets go inside too!

Charles dragged the hands of the Mike towards the cell in front of him, Clark and the others had to follow him.

Uncle Coleson, come on!

Charles called out to Coleson outside.

Coleson smiled and walked in as well.

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

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

Dont be afraid, everyone, this is all fake, in order to improve the authenticity, so that you have a better experience.

Listening to the guides words, the tourists calmed down, and some of them even got into the role and started shouting in the cell.

Mike looked at the people, his eyes swept over the guns, and his eyes shrank, these are real guns!

The next second, the cell closed, all the tourists were locked in, and those soldiers with guns stood in front of the cell, pointing their icy guns at the tourists inside.

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

This realistic effect made some tourists more excited.

Mike, this doesnt look fake.

Coleson said in a low voice, watching the soldiers outside warily, until he saw a person 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 apparent reason, just for the effect of realism?

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

Hearing Colesons words, Mike frowned and whispered, Looks like things are getting complicated.