Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

Xuyang Mountain Villa needs to have a sustainable ability to generate revenue in order to cover these astronomical daily expenses.

Even if you don't need those technologies to conquer terminal illnesses in this life, they will still be useful in the next.

He was unwilling to cut salaries or bonuses, and even less willing to lay off any of the long-term employees.

With over a dozen top-tier serum production lines operating steadily, the foundation of Xuyang Villa is unbreakable.

……

Although Ultron was defeated, the damage he caused was too deep, so the Federation intervened and demanded that the Avengers be subject to oversight.

As a veteran, Rogers believed that accepting oversight was his responsibility.

Tony, who has always been a loner and possesses cutting-edge technology, simply didn't buy it.

With both sides deadlocked, the Avengers were torn into two factions: one led by Rogers and the other by Tony.

Nick Fury discovered that Hydra remnants were still lurking within S.H.I.E.L.D., so he immediately assigned Phil Coulson to oversee headquarters while he himself retreated into the shadows, digging deep into the Hydra remnants and keeping a close eye on every step of the serum development.

Chung Kwok-hung didn't want to get involved in the Avengers' internal strife. He turned his attention to a new idea—why not build a theme park and then set up a movie company on the side?

With a hefty investment, Xuyang Mountain Villa acquired over 9,000 acres of land, instantly expanding to 10,000 acres.

He traveled extensively and successively signed long-term cooperation contracts with Tony, Rogers, Wolverine, and others.

Two months later, a super-powered amusement park rose from the ground.

The park is filled with statues of superhumans, each accompanied by a brief biography and description of their abilities.

Made entirely of metal, with sharp lines and a lifelike expression—all thanks to the precise replication of the treasure bowl, it is almost indistinguishable from the real thing.

These statues depict both heroes who uphold justice and villains who stir up trouble.

Loki's cunning, Thor's arrogance, and Odin's majesty are all frozen in metal.

Tickets to Superpower Park are priced at $50, with children getting a 50% discount.

Meanwhile, Stephen Chow, who had flown in from China, was busy casting for actors and preparing for the filming of "Iron Man".

On a whim, Zhong Guohong included "Iron Man," "Spider-Man," and "Wolverine" in his film development list all at once.

That afternoon, Chung Kwok-hung ordered Little White to swallow Arnim Zola, which was embedded in the mainframe.

After digesting Zola's consciousness data, Xiaobai's database was flooded with a large amount of cutting-edge knowledge—gene editing, mechanical neural interfaces, high-energy circuit topology... all hardcore, practical information.

"Such a brilliant mind was buried, what a waste."

Zhong Guohong's heart tightened. He turned to ask Xiaobai a few questions, then drove straight to Zola's cemetery.

He pried open the stone coffin, took out a bluish skull, threw it into the eternal flames, and then chanted an ancient incantation.

Flames surged, ashes billowed, and Zola opened his eyes amidst the flames.

Is he a remnant of Hydra? Chung Kwok-hung didn't care at all.

"You've just come back to life—in front of outsiders, you're called Aladdin." Chung Kwok-hung's tone was crisp and left no room for negotiation.

Zola froze, looking down at her hands that had regained their flesh and blood, her eyes filled with doubt and surprise: "This...this is...who are you?"

"Chung Kwok-hung, your new master. Just call me boss."

"What about Hydra? You even know about Red Skull?" Zola asked tentatively.

"What do you think?" Chung Kwok-hung raised an eyebrow and smiled, asking a question instead of answering.

After being resurrected, Zola's memories remained stuck seventy years in the past—neither added nor deleted.

"Since you recognize Hydra, you should let me go." His voice was cold.

"I can pull you out of the ashes, and I can turn you back into ashes." Zhong Guohong smiled easily, raised his hand and tore open a spatial rift, pulling the other person into Xuyang Manor.

"Where...where is this?" Aladdin looked around, his pupils shrinking slightly.

"My Xuyang Manor." Zhong Guohong flicked out a scarlet syringe and plunged it into Zola's arm.

As soon as the serum entered his body, Zola felt his bones throb and his blood vessels burn; his strength, reaction time, and endurance all surged several times over.

"I have mountains of this serum in my warehouse. If you do well, you can become even stronger and live longer than mountains; if you try to be cunning..." With a flick of his finger, Zola's limbs instantly stiffened, and he lost control of his mind, unable to even blink.

"Yes, boss." Zola's forehead was sweating, and he immediately lowered his head without the slightest hesitation.

With two injections of the enhancement serum daily, in less than seven days, his combat power had steadily surpassed that of Reed Richards.

In terms of intelligence, Zola is far superior to Tony Stark and Doctor Doom—not just on par, but utterly crushing them.

When others die, they're truly dead, but he can completely cram his entire thought process into the server—something even Tony couldn't do.

More than seventy years ago, he built an iron army from a pile of rudimentary parts.

He has mastered everything from gene mapping and electromechanical integration to neurobiology.

With Zola joining, the entire R&D team's ability to tackle challenges doubled.

Having grasped the situation, Zola completely abandoned the idea of ​​rebuilding Hydra.

Decades have passed, and even alien fleets are now cruising in near-Earth orbit. Hydra's limited vision has long been crushed into scraps by the times.

Tony Stark, Iron Man alone, could easily crush Hydra in its prime.

Not to mention the tip of the iceberg revealed by Xuyang Mountain Villa—he decided to settle down and become a pure researcher.

"With my consciousness transfer technology, combined with the current mature cloning system, immortality is not a dream."

More than seventy years ago, Zola, who was on the verge of death, managed to compress all his consciousness into an old-fashioned mainframe.

If consciousness can enter a machine, then the consciousness within the machine can naturally be infused into a fresh cloned body.

Cloning technology was like a baby learning to walk back then, but now it's running incredibly fast.

Having personally witnessed the clones in the laboratory with their steady breathing and regular heartbeats, Zola wrote a highly classified proposal overnight.

When he pushed open the door, Chung Kwok-hung was making tea. He looked up and smiled, "Dr. Aladdin, what's the matter?"

Zola slammed the documents on the table: "Boss, I want to take the lead on this project."

Zhong Guohong glanced at a few lines, nodded, and said, "Approved."

"Budget...?" Zola hesitated slightly.

"We'll allocate 10 billion first. You decide on the personnel, equipment, and permissions," Zhong Guohong said, blowing on his tea leaves with a warm smile.

"Thank you so much, boss!" Zola felt a surge of warmth in her heart, and her eyebrows lifted.

"If you need any equipment that can't be handled outside, come to me anytime." Chung Kwok-hung's tone was calm, yet it exuded confidence.

"Understood!" Zola replied readily, turning and walking away with light steps, even his back view exuding joy.

Glancing at his watch, Chung Kwok-hung got up and left the office building.

A magnificent black horse was already waiting at the door. He mounted it, pulled Wanda into his arms, and spurred the horse on, galloping away at breakneck speed.

Xuyang Mountain Villa now covers an area of ​​10,000 acres, equivalent to more than 60,700 mu.

With a vast hinterland of nearly forty square kilometers, there is enough space to gallop freely and let the horses run wild.

The mountains rise and fall gently, and the horses' hooves pound across the grass, creating a unique and exhilarating experience.

……

A pale green nanobullet tore through the sky, hurtling straight toward the Eiffel Tower.