Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

After smashing Logan into the tree trunk for the third time, Zhong Guohong dusted off the dust from his sleeves and said, "You can't withstand three of my moves. Team X, we're not getting involved."

"Not necessarily!" Storm Woman's voice rose into the air, dark clouds suddenly gathered, lightning snakes danced wildly, and lightning bolts struck, causing fallen leaves in the forest to rustle down.

Chung Kwok-hung has never been one to back down—he enveloped himself in his mental energy, his figure transforming into a wisp of green smoke as he hurtled straight into the clouds.

With a firm press on her back, Storm fell to the ground with a muffled groan, blood trickling from the corner of her lips.

He lightly lifted his fingertips, using his mental power to support her falling body, and then silently absorbed a drop of splattered blood.

A living person cannot be replicated, but anything that one has seen with one's own eyes can be replicated by the Treasure Bowl.

With his feet firmly on the ground, he spread his hands and said frankly, "Your combat strength is limited. The Radiant Sun Squad can spar with the X Squad regularly; as for joining us? Forget about it."

Logan and Storm drove away after their attempt to recruit her failed.

In the car, Logan glanced at the rearview mirror: "Can it hold up?"

Storm pressed her ribs and exhaled, "I won't die."

After a moment of silence in the woods, Zhong Guohong suddenly turned his head and looked at the bushes in the distance: "Come out."

Natasha stopped, abandoned her stealth stance, and calmly parted the branches and leaves to step out.

"His features are refined and elegant, and his posture is upright." Zhong Guohong inwardly praised him, but his face remained calm as he simply asked in a low voice, "Who is it?"

"Natasha Romanoff, agent of the Strategic Homeland Defense, Attack and Logistics Agency—commonly known as S.H.I.E.L.D." Her tone was calm, like announcing a weather forecast.

"Someone from S.H.I.E.L.D.? Just say what you mean." Chung Kwok-hung didn't bother beating around the bush.

"We cordially invite the three of you to join S.H.I.E.L.D." Her gaze swept over Wanda and Pietnor.

Chung Kwok-hung turned to the two men: "How will the compensation be calculated?"

"We need to finalize it with the director in person," Natasha replied crisply.

The benefits of joining S.H.I.E.L.D. were obvious—he readily agreed.

It can advance and retreat, or retreat and hide; it's very flexible.

In peaceful times, brandishing the Aegis badge ensures smooth sailing; but what if you run into an overwhelming opponent? Simply remove the badge and walk away.

Moreover, this identity itself is an invisible deterrent.

The four drove straight to S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters.

After several rounds of negotiations, the terms were finalized, and Chung Kwok-hung, Wanda, and Piteno officially signed the contract.

"Chung, Wanda, Pitno—welcome to the team." Nick Fury smiled broadly and extended his hand readily.

"Director, I have three PhDs in physics, biology, and genetics from the University of California, and I most want to work in a laboratory—does S.H.I.E.L.D. have a research department that matches my skills?" Chung Kuo-hung said seriously.

"Yes," Nick nodded.

By this time, S.H.I.E.L.D. was already completely entangled by Hydra's tentacles.

Chung Kwok-hung doesn't care about Hydra or Red Skull—as long as they don't touch his business, everyone gets what they need and they live in peace.

The Marvel universe is a complex web, and no one can escape its reach.

As the news spread, William Stryker, Bolivar Trus... those eyes that had been fixed on Wanda and Pietenos, one after another, went silent.

Three months later, Chung Kwok-hung finally got his wish and saw the Cosmic Cube with his own eyes.

"Zhong, how are you feeling?" Natasha asked, turning to the side.

"I'm speechless with shock." Chung Kuo-hung's face showed just the right amount of astonishment, but his heart was already surging with ecstasy—in the replica Earth, three identical Cosmic Cubes were quietly floating in the void.

The Minghong Blade, which had remained motionless, suddenly trembled slightly and transformed into a nimble lark. With a slight lift of its wingtips, it opened its beak and swallowed the azure space gem inside the Cosmic Cube.

The lark that swallowed the gem immediately folded its feathers and transformed back into the Minghong Blade, which gleamed with a cold light.

"Zhong, do you have a clue how to use it?" Natasha asked casually.

"I wouldn't even dare to touch it, I'd only be fit to look at it from afar." Chung Kwok-hung's tone was calm, without the slightest hint of emotion.

In the few months since joining S.H.I.E.L.D., he has quietly tinkered with several high-performance micro-drones.

Otherwise, Nick Fury would never have made an exception and let him face the Cosmic Cube.

Even if I am born in America in this life, I still have Chinese blood flowing in my veins.

Skin color, this invisible barrier, is more stringent than any security check—even if Nick nods, those people above will never give in.

Chung Kwok-hung was perfectly clear-headed: at best, he was just a handy tool in the hands of S.H.I.E.L.D.

He glanced at the Rubik's Cube again, then smiled and asked, "Natasha, are you alone?"

"I haven't met the right person yet." Natasha's lips drooped slightly, her smile a little faint.

"Such a dazzling face and such an eye-catching figure, what a waste," Chung Kwok-hung joked.

"Flirting with other women all the time, aren't you afraid Wanda will get jealous?" Natasha rolled her eyes. She had known him for over three months and was indeed somewhat attracted to him, but he already had a girlfriend.

Having come from the Red Room, she was once a Soviet agent; now, she wears the cloak of S.H.I.E.L.D. and has become an American agent, but many of her colleagues still secretly guard against her.

As a Chinese person, Zhong Guohong's situation in S.H.I.E.L.D. was exactly the same as hers.

Both being strangers in a foreign land and both being secretly scrutinized, the two grew closer and closer.

Although the first time I practiced the Yin-Yang True Scripture with Wanda, it did not trigger any strange phenomena, but the Yin-Yang True Qi in my body really surged for a whole year.

No matter how good Wanda was, she couldn't fill his ever-growing energy—that vibrant spirit needed more gentle and nurturing forces to harmonize and channel it.

"She wouldn't stop me even if she knew," Chung Kwok-hung said with a frank smile. Wanda had already said herself that she welcomed him to find another partner.

"Really?" Natasha took his arm, her fingers tightening slightly. "Come on, let's talk to her face to face."

"Sure." Chung Kwok-hung naturally reached out and wrapped his arms around her slender waist, his palms warm, his movements practiced yet respectful.

Natasha stiffened slightly, but did not break free.

A dozen minutes later, the two stepped onto the training field side by side.

Wanda looked up, her brows furrowing slightly before relaxing into a smile as she asked, "So...you've officially formed an alliance?"

"You really don't mind?" Natasha was stunned.

"Once you figure out what he's capable of, you'll understand why I'm not surprised at all," Wanda said casually.

"Oh?" Natasha asked, still somewhat skeptical.

Chung Kwok-hung felt smug. He released Natasha, turned around, put his arm around Wanda's shoulder, and the two left side by side.

After leaving the S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters, they drove around the area and bought two lakeside villas in one go.

"Wanda, we'll stay in this building, and the other one will be for Piteno. What do you think?" Chung Kwok-hung asked.

"Okay." Wanda nodded in response, a hint of warmth flashing in her eyes, before taking out her phone and making a call.

Less than half an hour later, Piteno and Natasha arrived one after the other.

"Peteno, here are the keys. That house is yours now." Chung Kwok-hung handed over a bunch of shiny brass keys.

"Thank you, Boss!" Piteno grinned.

The four raised their glasses and drank heartily, their laughter filling the air. Half an hour later, Pieteno took his leave.

Seeing that Natasha tacitly approved of their closeness, Chung Kwok-hung didn't put on any pretense.

Foreigners are always straightforward and unpretentious.