Marvel: Father of Superheroes

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The next day, as Mike watched Hank Pym being taken away while lying down, he couldn't help but feel a sense of relief.

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

He had dared to use canned herring to mess with him, but luckily, Mike had only eaten part of it.

Wow, today is going to be a great day.

After a pleasant breakfast, Mike, along with the three kids and Hank Pym's "orphan" Hope, set off on their journey.

Hope had lived in San Francisco for quite some time and had already visited many places, so she volunteered to act as their tour guide.

Alamo Square, Lombard Street...

By evening, they arrived at one of San Francisco's landmarks, the Golden Gate Bridge.

Hope remarked that it was even more beautiful at night than during the day.

Sure enough, as night fell and the lights on the bridge lit up, the Golden Gate Bridge appeared to float in the sky like a bridge leading to heaven, an awe-inspiring sight.

When Mike saw the Golden Gate Bridge, however, he couldn't help but glance at Erik.

Noticing Mike's gaze, Erik paused and flashed him a grin.

After crossing the Golden Gate Bridge, the five of them found a unique restaurant for dinner, and afterward, returned to their hotel to rest.

Mike gave Hank Pym a call to offer his condolences and received heartfelt well-wishes in return. That night, he slept soundly.

The next day, the group continued their trip.

"We'll start with Fisherman's Wharf, then head to Alcatraz Island, and in the afternoon, we'll go to North Beach, also known as Little Italy, to enjoy afternoon tea and soak up the Italian vibe with a touch of San Francisco flavor," Hope explained, clearly having done her homework.

After a pause, Hope mysteriously added to Clark and the others, "I've heard that North Beach is even more fun at night. Hank never let me go before, but now I finally have the chance."

More fun at night? Clark and the others became intrigued.

Mike silently nodded. It was indeed more enjoyable at night, and once the kids were asleep, he'd take the opportunity to visit on his own.

Alcatraz Island, a small island located in San Francisco Bay, is just a short distance from Fisherman's Wharf. Its rugged terrain and inconvenient transportation made it an ideal location for a prison, which was famously known as one of the most escape-proof prisons in the world.

However, the prison had been abandoned many years ago. Following the principle of repurposing, it had been transformed into a tourist attraction, drawing many visitors.

After walking around Fisherman's Wharf, the group decided to visit Alcatraz Island. Coincidentally, a boat was about to leave for a tour, so they spent a little money to join the group and boarded the boat.

Once on the boat and seated, Mike looked around, as if searching for something.

"Uncle Mike, what's wrong?"

"I have a bad feeling," Mike said while rubbing his chin, then smiled, "Maybe it's just my imagination."

Before he could finish speaking, Clark's voice rang out in surprise. "Uncle Coulson? You're on this boat too?"

Mike froze and sucked in a sharp breath.

Sure enough, his instinct was correct.

Could this boat be sinking?

While Mike was lost in these wild thoughts, Coulson walked over with a grin on his face and said to Mike, "What a coincidence."

What a coincidence? I suspect you're following me!

Mike muttered under his breath, though he knew that was impossible.

Coulson sat down next to Mike and curiously observed his group. "Are you all going to visit the top?"

"Or are you planning to stay in the prison?" Erik muttered sarcastically.

Coulson cleared his throat, smiling awkwardly, before his gaze fell on Hope. "Beautiful lady, I'm Phil Coulson."

Hope politely nodded. "Hope."

Alcatraz was not far from them, and after a brief conversation, they arrived in no time.

After disembarking, the group followed the guide and began touring Alcatraz Island.

Alcatraz Prison had once held many notorious figures.

For instance, mob bosses and others in the criminal underworld.

As they listened to the guide's introduction, the tourists whispered amongst themselves, taking pictures and reminiscing about the place.

The first, and so far only, advantage of meeting Coulson became apparent.

He could help Mike and the others take group photos.

After taking some memorable pictures, the group followed the guide to the prison's interior and encountered another tour group, which made the area much livelier.

Mike glanced at the new group, his eyes scanning the faces of several visitors. He barely furrowed his brow, his expression betraying a slight concern.

The way they walked and the aura they exuded didn't quite match that of ordinary tourists.

Veterans?

Mike mused quietly to himself before deciding not to dwell on it.

If they looked like criminals, Mike would have to keep a close eye on them.

The prison was three stories high, with iron bars on either side separating individual cells.

The guide pointed at the corridor in the middle of the cells, walking and introducing it: "This corridor has a catchy name, 'Broadway Street.'"

The tourists became intrigued.

The guide smiled and explained, "Back in the day, any new prisoner had to walk through here completely naked. On both sides, criminals would whistle at you, like a scheduled performance. That's why it got such a pleasant-sounding name."

Hearing this, the crowd began to murmur, and a few even started whistling.

"Everyone!"

The guide clapped to get their attention. Once quiet, he pointed at the individual cells and said, "Now it's time for the experience! Go ahead and whistle as you walk through!"

Laughter erupted, and tourists excitedly grouped together to head toward the cells.

The prison experience felt very novel to the tourists.

"Quick, let's go check it out!"

Charles grabbed Mike's hand and led him toward the nearest cell. Clark and the others had no choice but to follow.

"Uncle Coulson, come on!"

Charles called out to Coulson, who was outside.

Coulson smiled and walked in after them.

Though he had visited many prisons over the years, this was his first time stepping into a cell.

As the tourists entered, a dozen armed soldiers suddenly appeared.

"Don't worry, everyone, these are fake. It's all for the experience to make it more realistic," the guide reassured them.

Hearing the guide's words, the tourists calmed down, some even getting into character and starting to shout and yell inside the cells.

Mike observed them, his eyes quickly scanning the guns. His gaze sharpened—these weren't fake guns!

In the next moment, the cell doors slammed shut, and all the tourists were locked inside. The soldiers stood outside the cells, aiming cold, real gun barrels at them.

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

The realistic setup only heightened the excitement of some of the tourists.

"Mike, this doesn't seem fake."

Coulson whispered, his eyes warily following the soldiers outside. When he saw someone walk in, his eyes widened, and he muttered in disbelief.

"General Fran Hammer!"

He looked at the man with a pale face, his mind racing in confusion.

A brigadier general showing up out of nowhere, just for the sake of creating a more authentic experience?

Coulson knew, with the little hair he had left, that this was not a coincidence.

Hearing Coulson's words, Mike furrowed his brow and whispered, "Looks like things just got complicated."

(End of Chapter)