Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

As the current head of S.H.I.E.L.D., Nick Fury holds too many hidden cards in his hand.

He was certain that Xuyang Manor could mass-produce all kinds of enhancement serums, and as long as S.H.I.E.L.D. had live mutant samples, they could still reverse engineer, replicate, and mass-produce the corresponding serums.

"If S.H.I.E.L.D. were to set up a dedicated serum task force, those old foxes on Capitol Hill would definitely applaud it."

"Although the Hand Society has been wiped out, its secrets of immortality and its methods of resurrection can still be unraveled and refined into formulas."

"Whether or not to develop the longevity serum? That's my decision! Whether it succeeds or not? It doesn't matter! As long as the funding is approved quickly."

Ideas flashed through Nick's mind like lightning. The more he thought about it, the more excited he became. He immediately told his subordinates to clean up the mess and rushed back to headquarters. He sat down at his desk and wrote furiously, managing to produce a well-organized and meticulously worded plan for the establishment of the serum task force.

As soon as he finished writing the plan, he stuffed the raw data he had salvaged from the Hand ruins into his briefcase and headed straight for the Capitol.

When the news spread—that there really were people in the world who could stay young forever and regenerate severed limbs—the councilors' eyelids twitched and their hearts raced.

Even General Ross, who held military power and was known for his stern demeanor, cast his vote in favor without hesitation this time.

Who wouldn't want to hold onto a few more years? Who wouldn't want to bring their departed loved ones back to their side?

That morning, a Chinese man in his early forties stepped into the gate of Xuyang Villa.

"Hello." Chung Kwok-hung stepped forward to greet him.

"Mr. Zhong, I've heard so much about you." Chen Jin nodded slightly and lowered his voice, "Is it convenient to talk here?"

"This is my territory, I call the shots." Chung Kwok-hung raised an eyebrow and smiled.

"Mr. Zhong, would you sell the complete formula for the Super Soldier Serum?" Chen Jin asked bluntly.

"The original serum has too high a failure rate. Only our specially made 'customized version' can guarantee its success." Chung Kuo-hung didn't respond to the question, but simply brushed it off.

"I was sent by China," Chen Jin said frankly.

"Yes, traditional Chinese medicine has a profound foundation and solid base." Zhong Guohong nodded, his smile deepening. "The accompanying technology is free."

"That's great!" Chen Jin's eyes lit up, unable to hide his excitement.

"This villa has long been watched like a sieve by spies from all sides. Handing over the items to you in person could easily lead to problems—wait a moment." Zhong Guohong turned and went upstairs, his fingers flying across the page. He copied all the core data in a few seconds and then returned.

"Mr. Chung, what are the next steps?" Chen Jin asked.

"Shall we go to Kyoto?" Chung Kwok-hung asked in return.

"No problem," Chen Jin readily agreed.

Chung Kwok-hung swayed slightly, his face and height subtly reshaping as he raised his hand and tore open a dark blue light gate.

The next moment, the two were standing in the morning light of Kyoto, China.

After the matter was over, he took Chen Jin back to Xuyang Villa via the same route.

With $600 million deposited into the account, Chen Jin immediately received a super soldier serum injection.

On the surface, he was just a generous Chinese businessman who came to Xuyang Villa to order a personalized enhancement serum—which made perfect sense.

Xuyang Mountain Villa's guests come from all over the world; as long as the money is plentiful, they will accept any order.

Spending six hundred million US dollars for a single serum? For someone of Chen Jin's status, that's commonplace.

No sooner had Chen Jin left the manor than two black-clad agents silently followed him.

"Zhong, you've handed over the serum technology to China?" Natasha leaned against the doorframe, lost in thought.

"My things are mine, I can give them to whomever I want." Chung Kwok-hung shrugged, completely unconcerned.

Not only the serum, but he also dumped the core blueprints for the miniature reactor onto China.

Whether it's the fictional world on the silver screen or the real earth beneath his feet, the blood of the Chinese people has always flowed in his veins.

"I'm afraid S.H.I.E.L.D. will use you as a target," Natasha warned.

"S.H.I.E.L.D.? It's just a shell company. In this world, might makes right." Chung Kwok-hung laughed heartily.

"That's true." Natasha nodded.

His gaze swept over the female secretary, who was wearing a short skirt and a suit and walked briskly, and his eyes flashed.

Having just subdued Natasha by pinning her down on the sofa, he leaned back and squinted, pondering the matter of the serum.

He was well aware of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s plans to establish a serum task force.

With their resources and methods, significantly improving the success rate of serum testing is almost a certainty.

Once the success rate increases significantly, a large slice of the pie will likely be taken from Xuyang Mountain Villa's prestigious reputation.

The salaries and year-end bonuses of more than 300 employees cost more than 20 billion US dollars every year.

Without fail, Chung Kwok-hung gives each of Wanda, Natasha, and others a hundred million US dollars for pocket money every month, without ever delaying payment.

In addition to the expenses for clones, high-precision instruments, and rare reagents used in experiments, more than 30 billion yuan is burned in research and development alone each year.

He took a deep breath, roused himself, and stepped into the research and development building accompanied by Natasha.

He retrieved one hundred super soldier serum samples, using his divine sense like a knife to dissect their molecular structure layer by layer; then, he had the purchased clones test the drug on them one by one.

The first person had just received an injection when their heart stopped beating and their pupils dilated.

The second one couldn't last three minutes; his blood vessels ruptured, and he died on the spot.

After more than a dozen were scrapped in succession, Chung Kuo-hung stared at the data screen for a moment, then focused his divine sense and precisely removed several key impurities from the serum.

Repeatedly reconfiguring, testing, and adjusting... failures came and went like a tide.

"Is the problem with these types of impurities?"

After ten consecutive treatments with consistent effectiveness, a slight smile finally appeared on his lips.

After more than a hundred rounds of verification, all of them were successful without exception.

"The success rate of this general-purpose serum is close to 100% - although the combat power increase is only 80% of the exclusive version, as long as the production line is established, mass production can be launched immediately."

Marvel Earth's most advanced pharmaceutical equipment is limited to nanometer-level precision, and purification cannot be completely thorough; the low purity of the serum is the root cause of the previous repeated failures.

Zhong Guohong's divine sense can distinguish 1 attometer - 1 nanometer equals 10 billion attometers.

He used the replication function of the treasure basin to create a pharmaceutical manufacturing unit with at least a meter-level precision.

Xiao Bai drew up the blueprints, and he copied them exactly.

The new equipment was tested for the first time, and one hundred serum samples were produced, with a stable purity of 100%.

One hundred clones were injected simultaneously, and all of them were lively and energetic, with all indicators perfectly meeting the standards.

While the iron was hot, he built twelve more export-oriented serum production lines in one go.

Just in case, more than twenty backup production lines with different formulas were also pre-embedded in the replica Earth.

"If I give the nod, serum can really be sold by the kilogram."

By endlessly replicating the treasure bowl, you can have as many finished products as you want.

While its effects are slightly less than those of dedicated serums, it is safe, stable, and widely applicable, making it suitable for ordinary people.

No longer needing to guard against S.H.I.E.L.D. secretly intercepting his plans, Chung Kwok-hung felt a huge weight lifted off his shoulders.

Even with a heaven-defying artifact like the Treasure Bowl, he disdained dealing in mundane things like gold and diamonds.