The next day, seeing Hank Pym being taken away that would definitely last for days because of his stomach, Mike felt good.
'Damn, canned herring, I didn't know that kind of thing exists, even though I only ate a part of but still...'
After having breakfast, Mike took the three boys and Hope, as the five embarked on the journey.
Hope has lived in San Francisco for a long time and has been to many places, so she volunteered to be their tour guide.
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 turned on, and from a distance, the Golden Gate Bridge was like a bridge floating in the sky, leading to the unknown, which was amazing.
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 reply, 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 she had done her homework in advance.
After a pause, Hope mysteriously said to the three: "I heard that the North Beach at night will be more fun, but Hank has never let me go, and this time I finally have a chance."
More fun at night?
The three were also interested.
Mike nodded at the side.
Alcatraz 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 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 little ship 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 with them.
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 imaginatio-..."
Before he finished speaking, Clark's surprised voice rang out: "Uncle Coulson? You're here too?"
Mike took a breath.
Sure enough, his feeling was correct.
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 even suspect that you're following me!'
Mike groaned inwardly.
Coulson sat down beside Mike, looked at Mike and his group curiously, and said, "What are the odds!?"
Mike was silent.
Coulson coughed lightly and smiled awkwardly, but his eyes fell on Hope and said, "Hello young lady, my name is Phil Coulson."
Hope nodded politely and said, "Hope."
Alcatraz is not far from them, just a little chat, and they immediately arrived.
After disembarking, Mike and his party followed the tour guide and started touring on Alcatraz Island.
Alcatraz Island Prison, where many big people have been imprisoned.
Listening to the introduction of the tour guide, the tourists discussed the book in a low voice, or took pictures for nostalgia.
The first and only benefit of encountering Coulson is also shown.
He can help Mike take pictures for 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.
Veterans?
Mike murmured and but stopped paying attention.
If they're somehow a criminal, then he needs to be alert.
The prison is three stories high, with iron bars on both sides separating cells from 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'."
This immediately peeked interest from the tourists.
The tour guide said with a smile: "At that time, any new prisoner who had just entered prison would have to strip and walk here, and there were criminals whistling at you on both sides, just like a show on time.
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, this was very new to the tourist.
"Quick, let's go in and have a look!"
Charles dragged them 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!' (T/N: damn, Coulson is just a lucky guy, no one can deny it..)
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 fake."
Coulson said 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 a dumbfounded face, as his head was in confusion.
A brigadier general is here... for realistic effect?
Hearing Coulson's words, Mike frowned and whispered: "It seems that things have become complicated."
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