Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

The densely packed nanobots, like a living tide, devoured the tower in the blink of an eye, their numbers increasing exponentially.

That steel tower, which had stood for a century, collapsed in an instant, shattering into countless rusty fragments.

A green, mist-like swarm of insects surged and spread, leaving nothing behind in its wake—the car was corroded through, and the figures inside, along with the seats, vanished without a trace.

A few minutes later, the swarm of insects suddenly froze, then vanished like smoke, as if it had never existed.

Zhong Guohong stared at the image projected by Xiaobai, his expression calm, already understanding the situation.

Previously, when he scanned the world with his divine sense, he had identified two undercurrents: the Cobra and the Ghost Legion.

After secretly observing them for several days, he confirmed that both originated from Hydra and were of the same lineage.

Knowing that the other party coveted the nanobot technology, he patiently waited for its research and development to be implemented.

"Special Forces Cobra emerges—indeed, a branch of Hydra's fangs."

"It's one thing to blow up the Eiffel Tower, but to dare to plot against the capital of China? That's just asking for trouble."

He quickly reviewed the key moments of Cobra's rise in his mind and immediately made a decision: seize the opportunity to cut it off at the root and eliminate any future troubles.

His figure vanished, instantly teleporting to Cobra's lair. Simultaneously, Xiaobai accessed the core database and copied it entirely.

He casually put the nanobomb, which had not yet been mass-produced, into his storage space, regarding it as a powerful weapon.

With a few minor improvements, this thing will be more than capable of dealing with alien fleets in the future.

The treasure basin hummed and spun, replicating precision machine tools, laser calibrators, superconducting rifling molds... and finally, a custom-made sniper rifle took shape in his hands.

"Everything's ready, let's go hunting."

He slightly raised the muzzle and pulled the trigger—blood splattered, and a sentry fell backward.

The gun barrel swept across, then fired again—the second bullet pierced another man's forehead, and he fell to the ground with a thud.

As soon as the gunshots rang out, Cobra members rushed out from all the passageways like a swarm of startled ants.

Chung Kwok-hung moved with lightning speed, each shot a fatal blow, never missing its mark.

With a treasure trove at hand, bullets are inexhaustible.

In an instant, White Ghost arrived, wielding twin blades that gleamed coldly.

"No matter how sharp a knife is, can it cut through a high-explosive shell?"

The thought had barely formed when a bullet spun rapidly through the air, tracing a bizarre arc, and precisely pierced his skull.

Controlling the bullet with divine sense, life and death decided in milliseconds—White Ghost didn't even see the trajectory of the bullet before his neck was severed and his body was separated from his head.

"Too crunchy."

He twisted his wrist, turned the gun around, and continued to call out names and clear the area.

"It's time for lunch. Let's send them on their way."

The Vermilion Bird True Fire erupted with a deafening roar, engulfing the entire base like a tsunami, melting bricks and twisting steel.

With a flick of his finger, a portal shimmering with silver light quietly opened. He stepped inside, and his figure vanished.

Back at Xuyang Villa in the blink of an eye, Wanda took his arm, and Natasha chatted with him with a smile. The group chatted and laughed as they headed to the cafeteria.

"The chefs are working themselves to the bone, should we expand the team?" Natasha asked casually, picking up a piece of braised beef.

"Recruit twenty more, and you can choose them," Zhong Guohong nodded with a smile.

The resort currently has only ten chefs, who have to provide three meals a day for more than 300 people, which is quite demanding.

Even without considering social insurance and housing fund contributions, and without year-end bonuses, each person would earn at least $100,000 per month in base salary alone.

After finishing his meal, he strolled to the edge of the fishpond, cast his line, and fished leisurely.

Catwoman Selena gently tapped his left leg, while the black cat Felicia curled up on his right knee, rubbing against him and scratching him. Wanda stood behind him, her fingertips kneading his shoulders and neck with just the right amount of pressure.

Natalie offered him a cigarette, Natasha lit it for him, and Susan brought over freshly brewed Biluochun tea...

The float suddenly sank, and Zhong Guohong flicked his wrist, lifting the rod sharply—silver scales leaped, and a plump crucian carp burst into the air!

Hela reacted quickly, grabbing the fish with one hand, deftly removing the hook, and tossing it into the fish basket.

Mary squatted to the side, picked up two baits with her fingertips, and steadily pressed them onto the double hooks.

Surrounded by beautiful women, with laughter and chatter filling the air, Zhong Guohong felt relaxed and fished for more than three hours.

"Thirty or so catties of crucian carp, that's enough for one meal."

Back at the villa on the mountaintop, Chung Kwok-hung personally scaled, gutted, and stewed the fish. The fire blazed, the fish soup turned milky white, and the aroma wafted straight into people's noses.

The next morning, several mutants stepped through the gates of Xuyang Manor.

"Professor Charles, Scott..." Chung Kwok-hung greeted him with a smile.

"Chung, we'd like to order a batch of super soldier serum," Charles said, getting straight to the point.

Stryker and Yuriko Koyama lead a campaign to hunt down mutants, while Trask Industries also sets up a city-wide manhunt.

Many students at the mutant academy either suddenly lose their powers and revert to being ordinary humans as soon as they leave the school, or are immediately subdued and taken away by Trask's men.

Mutants are also made of flesh and blood; they need to eat, sleep, and breathe. Nowadays, with the proliferation of high-tech suppression methods, even the strongest superpowers cannot withstand a sudden, unexpected blow from the shadows.

You can defend against it for a while, but you can't stop it forever.

If you sprinkle some colorless and odorless inhibitor into food, even the most powerful mutant will collapse on the spot.

Charles then made up his mind to give each of Scott's key personnel a shot of super soldier serum to stabilize the situation.

It wasn't that he didn't want everyone to be vaccinated—it was that he simply couldn't afford that much money.

"How much do you want?" Chung Kwok-hung asked.

"Nine," Charles answered crisply.

"For Gretchen and Storm's sake, one hundred million US dollars per bottle after tax." Chung Kwok-hung's lips curled up slightly.

"How about... forty-five?" Charles reluctantly raised the bar.

"Okay." Chung Kwok-hung nodded in agreement.

Charles immediately made a phone call, and a few hours later, more than thirty mutants arrived at Sunrise Manor.

Upon receiving the $4.5 billion, Chung Kwok-hung immediately began administering the injections to each of them.

All serums have long been mass-produced and matured, with the cost per vial reduced to less than 100 yuan.

Using a treasure bowl to replicate? That would be even more waste-free—absorb enough energy every day to replicate hundreds of copies.

With his gaze sweeping over Charles in the wheelchair, Chung Kwok-hung did not hesitate for long before raising his hand to reconnect the severed spinal cord nerves.

He deeply respected an old professor who had dedicated half his life to advocating for the coexistence of mutants and humans.

Why not treat an illness casually, without much effort or mental strain?

Charles's disability, along with the terminal cancer diagnosed at Jane Foster Hospital, is not considered a terminal illness in the Marvel universe's technological system.

Dr. Zola's gene regulation program, combined with the current mature stem cell regeneration technology, makes it easy to extend lifespan by a hundred years, let alone recover from illness.

Charles, his feet firmly planted on the ground again, had tears welling up in his eyes, his voice trembled, and even his thanks were choked up.

Not long after they saw the group off, Eric and Raven arrived.

The X-Men are so famous that even S.H.I.E.L.D. wouldn't dare to openly break into the mutant academy to arrest people, including Ross, Stryker, and Trask Industries.

But once they're alone, the S.H.I.E.L.D.'s black cars, Stryker's commandos, Ross's special forces, and Trask's mechanical hounds are all ruthless.