Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

After another round of dual cultivation using the Yin-Yang True Scripture, his lower dantian was surging with true qi, having been refined over half a year.

With Wanda on his left and Natasha on his right, he was content and fell into a deep sleep.

Upon waking up, Zhong Guohong lightly twirled his fingertips, and a fist-sized, radiant super-powered crystal condensed.

"Wanda, Natasha, look at this."

"Wow, that's awesome! What kind of treasure is this?"

"I picked it up casually yesterday, and I call it the Superpower Crystal—touch it and your mind power will instantly appear."

"It's that simple?"

"A simple touch is enough."

Wanda reached out and touched it first, followed closely by Natasha, their fingertips slightly cool, a flash of light disappearing in an instant.

Chung Kwok-hung activated the Treasure Basin to reset, and the Super Crystal exploded and turned into dust without warning.

Wanda, who had practiced meditation for months, was a mutant with strong blood, yet her nose didn't even turn red.

Natasha, however, was just a mortal who had undergone rigorous training—the blood had barely surfaced when her nose started bleeding.

"Zhong, is Natasha alright?" Wanda immediately turned to ask.

"Don't worry, you'll get the hang of it after a few more practices." Chung Kwok-hung handed him a tissue.

He called Nick and promptly asked for a week's leave. The three of them then holed up in the apartment, completely letting their minds wander.

Disagree? Whatever, I'll approve the leave myself and take it myself.

A few minutes later, Natasha, whose nosebleed had stopped, began practicing the postures of Anuttarayoga under the guidance of Chung Kwok-hung.

[Remember the fastest online novel website: 1 ...

She immersed herself in dance and contortion in her early years, and her muscles and bones were as slender as willows, and her reactions were as fast as lightning. In less than two hours, she had already performed the entire set of movements smoothly and flawlessly.

Following that, Chung Kwok-hung imparted all the accompanying meditation techniques to him.

Wanda's chaos magic is terrifyingly powerful, but in terms of precise control and instantaneous response, it is ultimately not as direct and efficient as telekinesis.

After a few days of restful relaxation, Chung Kwok-hung called Nick again, claiming that he had intercepted Rogers' clues and that he could legitimately take Natasha and Wanda to search for him.

Even if they find nothing while searching now, they can still enjoy a legitimate, publicly funded vacation.

Just thinking about how the money from the Flower God Agency could roam the world makes me smile.

The Marvel universe is already full of complex plots, and Rogers' early emergence only adds another layer of turmoil to the already chaotic situation.

Two weeks later, Chung Kwok-hung chartered a deep-sea fishing boat and set sail for Wanda and Natasha into the deep blue sea.

"Zhong, are you really sure Rogers sank to the bottom of the sea?"

"The person is underwater; whether we find them or not is entirely up to fate."

"The sea breeze is so strong it chills you to the bone."

"Move around, and the cold will naturally dissipate."

While steering the ship, he also subdued several malevolent spirits from the deep sea.

After several days of searching, Rogers was nowhere to be found.

After a moment's thought, Chung Kwok-hung made a decisive decision to dive into the trench to investigate.

If Rogers is indeed found, his status within S.H.I.E.L.D. will undoubtedly rise significantly.

One dive, two returns, three resurfaces... and so on.

That morning, Chung Kwok-hung slowly stepped onto the seabed, his fingertips brushing against the mud, and suddenly touched Rogers' iconic shield.

With a slight thought, a piece of vibranium quietly formed inside the replica of Earth.

"Vibranium is in hand, and Adamantium is all here—if we can also get Iron Man's miniature Arc Reactor, the Sunburst's armor will be able to withstand a nuclear explosion, and its flight speed will double."

He picked up the shield and swam slowly along the ocean current. Before long, he successfully dragged back the unconscious Rogers.

With a shield in one hand and a person in the other, he leaped back onto the deck, took out his phone, snapped two photos, and quickly sent them to Nick.

"Zhong, you're amazing!" Natasha's eyes lit up.

"It's not like you just found out I'm capable." Chung Kwok-hung grinned.

Two hours later, a Quinjet fighter jet tore through the clouds and hovered steadily above the ship's side.

Chung Kwok-hung, Wanda, and Natasha escorted Rogers and the shield onto the plane, which flew directly to S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters.

Nick stared at the familiar yet unfamiliar face on the stretcher, his throat tightened, and his fingertips trembled slightly with emotion. After calming down, he solemnly nodded to the three of them: "Zhong, Wanda, Natasha—thank you for your hard work."

"Chief, based on my assessment, Rogers is still alive." Chung Kwok-hung's tone was calm, yet it was like dropping a bomb.

"He's still alive?!" Nick's pupils contracted sharply.

"That's right. It's hard to believe, but the vital signs are real." Chung Kwok-hung nodded in confirmation.

"How can we wake him up?" Nick asked urgently.

"Find him a warm place to lie down, and he'll most likely open his eyes on his own," Zhong Guohong replied after a moment's thought.

Rogers hadn't even been in the medical pod for a full hour when his eyelashes fluttered and he slowly opened his eyes.

Upon hearing that more than fifty years had passed, he was deeply shocked and then felt lost and bewildered.

Peggy, her former lover, is now an old woman with white hair and deep wrinkles.

The two looked at each other across the bed, a thousand words stuck in their throats, and in the end, only silence remained as they stared at each other in a daze.

Peggy, who had waited half her life, wept with joy, but looking at her withered face in the mirror, before she could smile, a bitter feeling welled up in her heart.

The instigator, Chung Kwok-hung, had already quietly left the agency with Wanda and Natasha, disappearing outside the gates of S.H.I.E.L.D.

He has quietly obtained the blood of Rogers, Wolverine, Storm, Magneto, and Mystique.

Under the pretext of "sincerely inviting Bruce Banner to join," Chung Kwok-hung once again openly stepped out of the S.H.I.E.L.D. doors.

The Hulk's devastating brute strength was an irresistible temptation for him.

Banner is not only a top physicist, but also a leading figure in the fields of genetic engineering and intelligent systems.

Before transforming, he was a world-renowned scientific giant; once he became the Hulk, he became a living weapon that could sweep away thousands of troops.

If Banner could be brought into the Radiant Sun Squad, it would be like adding a powerful hammer to Chung Kwok-hung's arsenal.

As for General Ross, who was focused on capturing the Hulk? Chung Kwok-hung didn't take him seriously at all.

If Banner were to officially join S.H.I.E.L.D., would Ross still dare to lead troops into headquarters to arrest him?

Thanks to Xiaobai's intelligence network, Zhong Guohong located Banner's hiding place in less than seven days.

Looking at the bespectacled, slender scholar before him, Chung Kwok-hung smiled slightly: "Dr. Banner."

Banner looked up, his expression wary: "Who are you...?"

"Agent Chung Kwok-hung of S.H.I.E.L.D., this is Wanda, and this is Natasha."

"You're not Ross's people?" Banner frowned.

"General Ross? He doesn't even have the authority to file records for our operation." Chung Kwok-hung said calmly.

"What do you want?" Banner asked.

"Director Fury cordially invites you to join S.H.I.E.L.D." Chung Kwok-hung said directly.

"Sorry, I don't belong to any organization." Banner simply shook his head.

Zhong Guohong's gaze darkened: "Doctor, if Ross's men manage to get here tonight—you know perfectly well what will happen to this house behind you, the grocery store next door, the old lady walking her dog on the street corner...

Banner's Adam's apple bobbed, and images of collapsed buildings, charred toys, and silent pedestrians flashed before his eyes. He lowered his eyes and said nothing more.