Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

But he never even considered exchanging the replicas for money—he still had hundreds of billions of dollars in his account, enough to buy half of Wall Street.

The company earns over $10 billion a month from the sale of its thirteen serums.

After chatting with Nick and the others for about ten minutes, Chung Kwok-hung got up and left without saying a word of politeness.

"Chief, his skills are simply outrageous," Rogers said in a low voice.

"I didn't expect him to be this strong either." Nick nodded, his fingers tapping the table unconsciously.

"One day, I will beat him." Tony raised his chin slightly, his tone confident.

"What can you do against someone who can disappear with a single step?" Rogers retorted.

Tony's face froze, and his brows furrowed instantly.

"Director, can we order a few vials of serum?" Ba Dun asked, leaning closer.

"The budget is running out, and I'm out of options," Nick said with a wry smile, shrugging his shoulders.

The cheapest serum at Xuyang Mountain Villa costs a flat price of one hundred million US dollars after tax.

Even with its ample budget, S.H.I.E.L.D. can't afford to burn through money like this.

Nowadays, the serum from the mountain resort has become a hard currency among the wealthy. One injection doubles strength, speeds up reactions, and makes wounds heal at an alarming rate—rather than handing money over to S.H.I.E.L.D., it's better to get an injection to save your life first.

When Nick applied for funding, the congressmen all raised their hands: "We just received the Super Soldier Serum, we're ready for the battlefield!"

After the serum's capabilities were revealed, the parliament immediately assembled a "special forces team of parliamentarians," composed entirely of active-duty politicians.

This month, funds are allocated to Zhang San and Li Si for serum injections; next month, it's Wang Wu and Zhao Liu's turn. On one hand, their strength is skyrocketing, while on the other hand, the budgets of various departments are being drastically reduced.

The resort sells thirteen different serums; if you were to use them all, the total cost after tax would be a whopping three billion US dollars.

For Parliament, there's not much difference between before and after the tax—after all, the money comes from the people anyway.

But is it really possible to provide each member of parliament with a set of thirteen needles? Even if the Finance Department worked overtime overnight, they still couldn't raise that amount of money.

Currently, all the senators who have received the serum have unanimously chosen the safest option: the Super Soldier type.

Back at Xuyang Villa, Zhong Guohong nestled on the sofa and watched movies.

"Huh? There are Stephen Chow movies in the Marvel universe too?"

"By the way, the wall in Shang-Chi's training room still has a Kung Fu poster on it."

Shang-Chi and the 10 Rings are from the Marvel Universe, but the poster features Stephen Chow's kung fu logo—which means that Stephen Chow really exists in that world.

With a surge of emotion, Chung Kwok-hung lightly traced a line with his fingertips, tearing open a dark blue rift, and in the blink of an eye, he stood under the vast night sky of the Northern Hemisphere.

"The goddess of the first life has graying temples, but Uncle Keda is still full of energy."

He had no intention of recruiting them, but after a moment's thought, he decided to give them a chance.

"Super Soldier Essence, All-Effect Superhuman Gene Factor, Teleportation Nerve Activator, Frost Condensing Agent, Blazing Marrow Burning Agent, Concealing Spectrum Element, Magnetic Track Resonance Fluid, Mimicry Metal Melting Agent, Limb Regeneration Enzyme, Panoramic Insight Peptide - one set per person, ten tubes at once."

"Before entering China, they adjust their height, change their appearance, and fabricate a mysterious background."

"Xuyang Villa is far away in the United States, so it keeps a low profile and doesn't have to deal with spies who come to question it every day."

Based on Uncle Da's steady physique and Stephen Chow's quick wit, Chung Kwok-hung personally formulated a unique recipe.

For more than three months, he crossed the ocean every day and quietly landed in China.

Disguised as the eccentric yet shrewd Dr. Lin, he repeatedly injected the medicine into Stephen Chow's arm, Uncle Da's shoulder, and the faces of those chosen.

A set of ten vials, five thousand vials of medicine, fell like rain, covering five hundred people.

"This batch of people is enough for now."

He quietly returned to Xuyang Mountain Villa, resuming his quiet mountain retreat.

"Dragon Warrior, not going out today?" Selena leaned against the door frame, her eyes slightly raised.

Last time, during the battle against the alien fleet in Manhattan, he soared into the sky with his true energy, swirling into a dragon, and from then on, he gained a resounding name in the martial arts world.

Transforming true qi into a dragon is not difficult—with a single thought, the qi flows and the dragon's shadow leaps vividly into the sky.

Although they were not good at offense or defense and only had a show of force, the scene of golden scales surging and clouds and thunder roaring was enough to make anyone who saw it tremble.

"I'm thinking of making a movie called 'Dragon Warrior vs. Catwoman,' would you like to act in it?" Chung Kwok-hung's lips curled up slightly, seemingly both serious and fake.

"Afraid? I'd like to see who backs down first." Selena gave him a charming glance and flicked her finger.

After several hours of twisting and turning, his muscles and bones felt relaxed and his blood and qi flowed smoothly. Zhong Guohong closed his eyes for a moment, and his thoughts were already heading north.

Stephen Chow's genes were fully awakened, and he immediately finalized a new film—a solid kung fu blockbuster.

As Uncle Da grew older, his heart was churning with turmoil, but on his face he only smiled and remained completely still.

People who have received the serum subtly change in their behavior:

With a single step, his figure had already covered several meters;

Stepping up the stairs, with a light touch of the toes, one has already leaped onto the eaves of the third floor;

Even their breathing became deeper and more steady, as if the earth was gathering strength for them.

Fortunately, this is Marvel territory, where superhumans are everywhere and strange phenomena are commonplace, so no one asks a question.

He glanced at the bustling film set to the north, then looked up at the top of the Stark Industries tower—

The alien invasion struck Tony like a hammer blow, waking him up. He was currently battling through the night, his Iron Man suit now in its eighteenth generation.

Captain Rogers spent every day in the training gym, punching sandbags three times and welding dumbbells to his palms, all so that he could still clench his fists when alien warships invaded again.

Asgard, with its towering golden palace and shimmering rainbow light.

Thor knelt on one knee and recounted the entire story of Loki's fall to Odin, word for word.

If he hadn't been investigating his adopted brother's death, he would have already crossed the Rainbow Bridge and returned home.

Upon hearing that a mortal had killed Loki, lightning flashed in Odin's eyes, and his knuckles clenched so tightly that the armrests of his throne vibrated.

Burning with rage, he resolved to settle scores.

Chung Kwok-hung not only killed Loki, but also burned his corpse to ashes with the true fire that could incinerate the three realms.

Odin cannot turn a blind eye to this matter.

If it is merely a matter of killing, the Eternal Flame can still summon back the soul;

But now not even ashes remain, and even with divine fire in hand, not a single trace of life can be summoned back.

Odin remained calm, waved Thor away, then activated the Rainbow Bridge, silently descending to Earth and arriving directly at the gates of Xuyang Mountain Villa.

Hela sensed a slight movement and said calmly, "Leave it to me."

"Hmm." Chung Kwok-hung nodded.

Odin had just stepped out of the light barrier when a woman in black robes suddenly appeared out of thin air, and his pupils instantly contracted: "Hela?!"

"You actually remember my name?" she asked, her voice icy.

"What are you doing here?" Odin's voice was tense.

"Why can't I be allowed here?" she retorted sharply.

"The seal is not broken, the boundary marker is still there—how will you break free?" His gaze was like a hook, sweeping over her body repeatedly. He clearly sensed that the restrictions on Earth were intact, but the person in front of him was so real that it was suffocating.

"Odin, go back to your golden palace. Earth's affairs are none of your business, nor can you control them." Hela did not move an inch, yet her voice swept across the entire mountain range.

Hela once ravaged the stars and stained the land with blood for Odin, cleaving countless worlds with her sword, only to be imprisoned for eternity in the end—the rage that had been building up in Hela's heart had long since burned through the nine heavens.