Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

Just before five o'clock, the roller shutter of the Sichuan restaurant came down with a "whoosh".

With no customers all afternoon, Chung Kwok-hung, not wanting to waste time, prepared a sumptuous dinner, and the three of them ate heartily around the table.

After going upstairs, he sat cross-legged and began to practice the "Dragon Elephant Undying Technique".

The image of Pangu creating the world floats in the sea of ​​consciousness day and night, and the power of thought flows like a stream into a river, growing and surging on its own, without any need for deliberate prompting.

He found the progress in the Yin-Yang True Scripture too arduous, so he temporarily put it aside and focused on the Dragon Elephant Method.

After finishing cleaning, Piteno crept up and peeked inside. "Boss, are you practicing your martial arts?"

"Have you heard of traditional Chinese martial arts?" Chung Kwok-hung replied with a smile.

"That sounds familiar." Piteno shrugged, then lowered his voice, "I've heard there's a Sorcerer Supreme, the Ancient One, in the Himalayas, whose magic is divine. Boss, do you know anything about magic?"

Chung Kwok-hung shook his head: "I haven't learned Gu Yi's methods."

"Boss, can I look through the books on the bookshelf?" Wanda asked softly from the bottom of the stairs.

"Take your time looking around." Chung Kwok-hung nodded and smiled.

Those books were prepared specifically for him in case he was later targeted by S.H.I.E.L.D.

To put it bluntly, what he wanted was the structural diagram of the Iron Man suit, the energy model of the Tesseract, the molecular arrangement of the vibranium shield, and the synthesis path of Adamantium.

Right now, the Space Stone—also known as the Tesseract—is most likely lying in S.H.I.E.L.D.'s vault.

Once you infiltrate S.H.I.E.L.D., replicating these items will be a piece of cake.

Tony Stark was still just a womanizing, show-offy young man, far from creating his first suit; Rogers, though possessing the vibranium shield, was still frozen deep in the ice; Wolverine Megan was indeed serving in the X-Team, while S.H.I.E.L.D. was a secret agency directly under the United States.

Joining S.H.I.E.L.D. is like having a passport to mutants, super soldiers, and advanced technology.

He especially wanted to replicate the adamantium in Wolverine's body, and incidentally acquire that beast-like sense of smell, eagle-like insight, and the healing instinct to regenerate severed limbs.

Obtaining a vial of fresh blood and using the world's existing biochemical technology to concoct a gene serum that enhances sensory perception and self-healing abilities is not a pipe dream.

Bolivar Truss's Sentinel robots had long ago implanted mutant abilities into their mechanical bodies; when William Stryker poured adamantium into Wolverine's bones, he inadvertently created Deadpool.

There are many strange things in this world, and even more cutting-edge technologies—as long as you get a blood sample, a breakthrough is just around the corner.

……

As the days went by, the Sichuan restaurant quietly became more popular.

Wanda's bright and beautiful face and hot and slender figure always attracted some ill-intentioned glances and greasy advances.

Around noon, three dark-skinned men with ferocious totems coiled around their arms strolled in.

One of them grinned, ordered a few snacks to go with the drinks, and then reached out to grab Wanda's shoulder.

Wanda's eyes narrowed, and she slightly turned her body, causing the claw to miss its mark, barely grazing her hair.

"Stop!" The man suddenly pulled out a pistol from his waist and pointed the muzzle straight at her forehead.

Zhong Guohong turned around at the sound, flicked his finger, and a coin shot out into the air—

A flash of cold light, and the blood on the man's forearm exploded, his scream tearing at the eardrums.

The other two men's expressions changed drastically, and they drew their guns almost simultaneously.

Two more silver arcs flashed by, and before the guns could be raised steadily, the two men's right elbows cracked with a crisp sound, and the pistols slammed to the ground.

Just as Piteno clenched his fist, ready to pounce, the two men in front of him were already curled up on the ground, clutching their severed arms.

"Wipe the blood off and get out of here immediately." Chung Kwok-hung's voice was deep and steely. "Otherwise, I wouldn't even blink an eye if there were three more corpses in this shop."

Brandishing a gun in his shop? Even if you kill him, it'll just be cleaning house.

In the Marvel universe these days, especially in America, guns are commonplace—which kitchen doesn't have a revolver, and which garage doesn't have a shotgun?

There was a pistol hidden in a secret compartment under the counter of the Sichuan restaurant, and an assault rifle and a shotgun were locked in the storage room on the second floor.

Every time General Ross attacks the Hulk, buildings collapse and civilians either lose legs or die.

Heroes and villains fought to the death in the streets and alleys, and the flying rubble and the innocent people swept away by the aftershocks were countless.

Ordinary people without connections or powerful backers have to sleep with one eye open at night; even if they get their hands on a gun, it may not protect them from disaster, but at least they can hold onto it and catch their breath.

Chung Kwok-hung himself has never bought a gun—there are three in the house, all of which were prepared by his adoptive parents.

The three tattooed men gritted their teeth, wiped the blood off the floor, and turned to slip away.

"Take the gun." Chung Kwok-hung flicked his wrist, and three coins jingled between his fingers.

They painfully picked up the cold pistol from the ground, clutched their wounds, and retreated through the door with shaky steps.

"Boss, your coin toss is amazing! Can you teach me?" Piteno's eyes lit up. He was fast, but he had to crash into people as soon as they got close, which was a huge disadvantage.

"Thank you, boss." Wanda's blond hair fell down, and a genuine warmth appeared in her blue eyes.

"You're one of my people, so protecting you is just my duty," Zhong Guohong said with a smile.

"Boss, can you really teach me how to make coins?" Piteno took another step closer.

"Okay, but—" Chung Kwok-hung's eyes flashed, "you have to join my Shining Sun Squad first."

"What are the conditions?" Piteno blurted out.

"Let's form a small team, primarily for self-preservation, and incidentally take care of any people who need it," Chung Kwok-hung said bluntly. "We'll name it 'Shining Sun,' hoping it will shine brightly in the future."

"Okay, I'll work for you!" Piteno agreed decisively.

"I'll join too." Wanda nodded gently.

Zhong Guohong immediately closed the shop and led the two upstairs. Instead of teaching them how to use hidden weapons, he began teaching them Supreme Yoga.

The movements of this offensive technique are specifically designed to train flexibility and agility; the accompanying meditation techniques are specifically designed to cultivate mental strength.

Wanda's chaotic magic repeatedly goes out of control because her consciousness is unstable and her mind is difficult to control.

When giving instructions, it's inevitable that someone will support your shoulder or elbow. Peteno doesn't seem to care, but Wanda's ears turn red, and she secretly twists the hem of her clothes with her fingertips.

The cultivation methods he possessed in his previous life were vast and numerous, but the Supreme Yoga Technique was only considered mediocre—if it weren't for that meditation technique, it probably wouldn't even rank among the top.

"Boss... why is your body like a swimming fish?" Piteno stared in disbelief.

Wanda thought he was taking the opportunity to get closer, but when she saw him spin around, bend over, and twist in mid-air, his movements were fluid and unhindered, and her cheeks immediately felt hot.

"Practice this set first, then learn meditation," Chung Kwok-hung waved his hand.

"Boss, what exactly does meditation involve?" Piteno scratched his head.

"Refining the spirit," Zhong Guohong said succinctly. "When you reach a deep level, retrieving objects from a distance is just the beginning—like this." Before he finished speaking, a glass on a table a few meters away had already floated steadily up and hovered in front of his palm.

"Boss...you're a mutant too?" Piteno was stunned.

"I'm not a mutant; I rely on willpower." Chung Kwok-hung raised an eyebrow, feigning ignorance. "You two are the mutants?"

Piteno and Wanda exchanged a glance, their Adam's apples bobbing slightly. After a few moments of silence, they slowly nodded.