Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

At the same moment, a formation of five Quinjet fighter jets flew low and hovered steadily over Xuyang Mountain Villa.

Daniel Whitehall sat upright in his large leather chair in his office, his gaze sweeping over the outline of Xuyang Villa on the monitor screen. He tapped his fingertip on the table and coldly ordered, "Make your move."

"Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh!" Several cruise missiles tore through the sky, trailing scorching white flames as they hurtled towards the villa.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" Deafening explosions rang out one after another, the earth trembled violently, and all the windowpanes shattered.

The reinforced concrete exterior wall crumbled like paper, and rubble mixed with dust shot into the sky.

The ultra-strong alloy hidden deep within the interlayer remained completely untouched, without even a scratch.

When the Quinjet was still 100 kilometers away from Xuyang Mountain Villa, Zhong Guohong had already received a warning.

Daniel Whitehall, the head of Hydra, was well aware of the plan to avenge John Gatler and, incidentally, massacre the manor.

His inaction was not out of fear of battle, but rather a wait for a legitimate pretext.

Even tactical nuclear bombs couldn't break through the foundation of Xuyang Villa; conventional munitions carried by mere fighter jets could at most overturn a few floor tiles and collapse half a low wall.

What Chung Kwok-hung wants is a solid, legitimate right to self-defense, and a legitimate license to build an armed force.

"Oh my God..." The Quinjet pilot stared at the exposed silver-gray metal layer in the infrared image, his voice trembling.

Zhong Guohong turned to look at the Yaoyang team members, a slight smile playing on his lips: "It's our turn."

They weren't wearing Iron Man suits, yet they rose into the air with lightning speed.

With a flash of light, a Quinjet fighter jet disintegrated in mid-air; with another flash, a Hydra commando fell to the ground.

Banner and Betty both went berserk—the Hulk roared and punched, the Red Giant stomped the ground and cracked, and the container truck twisted and rolled like a soda can under the heavy blow.

The specially made Radiant Sun suit was exceptionally tough. Even when the two of them swelled to thirty meters, the fabric remained taut and undamaged.

In less than 120 seconds, the invading enemy was completely annihilated, corpses littered the ground, and the wreckage of the warplanes emitted black smoke.

Chung Kwok-hung strolled to the ruins and raised his phone to take pictures of the devastation: cracked ground, charred walls, and craters the size of bowls.

When the video and photos were sent to Phil Coulson, he said calmly, "The evidence is complete."

What followed was swift and decisive—first, eliminate Whitehall's henchmen, then capture him alive and torture him to death.

On his way back, he called Natasha: "Hold a press conference, right now."

The media cameras swarmed to the scene, focusing on the collapsed columns, the shattered fountain, and the unexploded warheads embedded in the wall.

Natasha gripped the microphone, her voice rapid and forceful: "Sunrise Manor never causes trouble; we only seek stable operation, paying taxes according to the law, and staying away from disputes—yet some people insist on smashing down the door and setting fires!"

Her eyes burned with fervor, and her voice trembled with tension.

A top agent honed in the Red Room, a former S.H.I.E.L.D. ace, with flawless control over his emotions.

The reporters, gazing at the scorched earth and listening to the heart-wrenching words, felt a surge of indignation.

If even the government can't protect the people, what's wrong with the civilians building their own defense system?

Steve Rogers, once a national icon, recently destroyed three aircraft carriers...

Chung Kwok-hung knew all the details of Rogers being captured by Hydra and having his brain stolen, but he remained a bystander.

How many space carriers did Marvel America lose? What does that have to do with him?

In this world fraught with danger, only those who clench their fists have the strength to survive—no one can dictate to them.

Whitehall's surprise attack on Sunrise Manor, though unexpected, was also quite logical.

After all, John Gartler was once a powerful high-ranking member of Hydra.

The serum technology held by Xuyang Manor is enough to make any power envious—Hydra wants to seize it, S.H.I.E.L.D. wants to control it, and Umbrella wants to swallow it whole.

Avenge Gatler? And raid his house while you're at it? Kill two birds with one stone, why not?

If they had known in advance what kind of iron-blooded army was hidden in the manor, they probably wouldn't have dared to cross the border.

After the reporters dispersed, Zhong Guohong summoned Xiaobai and verbally described the parameters of the new satellite; the treasure basin flashed with light, and the finished product was complete.

He drove his light-speed armored vehicle into the sky and launched it one by one into near-Earth orbit.

An old satellite? The image quality is blurry and the latency is severe; it can't even capture the outline of a car traveling at high speed.

"The pixels are sharp enough that even the leg hairs of ants crawling on the ground are clearly visible—very good."

Back at Xuyang Villa, he practiced boxing stances and deduced attack methods in the morning, and at night he would hold a gun and calibrate it, with bullet casings piling up on the magazine tray.

……

The meeting room at the Umbrella Corporation headquarters was dimly lit.

"Boss, Hydra has deployed seven Quinjet fighters and twenty-eight heavy container trucks..."

"Do you know how Yaoyang Manor shot down those Quinjet fighters?"

"Our satellites can't capture it, and other countries' satellites are all out of contact, as if they've been swallowed up by an invisible barrier."

"Xuyang Villa has too many trump cards; our action plan against them is temporarily suspended."

"As long as we send a few clones back, the truth about Xuyang Manor will naturally come to light."

"We only have the formula for the Super Soldier Serum. As for other types of enhancement serums, currently only Xuyang Manor has the exclusive rights to them worldwide."

"Whitehall, along with his entire inner circle, was wiped out. If S.H.I.E.L.D. didn't do it, then who did it?"

"Could it be... that Xuyang Manor was behind this?"

"You've all witnessed Dragon Man shattering mountains with a single punch and the Hulk wreaking havoc and demolishing cities; Natasha alone is enough to make top agents suffer. And besides those three, Sunrise Manor also has Rubber Man, Invisible Man, and Human Torch in charge..."

"According to reliable sources, Hela, the goddess of death in Asgard, is currently residing at Sunrise Manor."

How are the sales of those "super clone bodyguards" from last month?

"A total of 987 units were sold, and the supply of regular clones has been completely stopped."

"Where's our homemade super soldier serum?"

Last month's shipments: 8,627 units.

"With serum and clones, they can rake in billions of dollars a month, it's a sure thing."

"Boss, if we could mass-produce a batch of super clones with exquisite features and outstanding physiques, wealthy people from all over the world would be fighting tooth and nail to get them."

……

Brotherhood Manor.

Eric, who made a fortune by reselling serum production lines, seized more than 50,000 acres of wasteland and built this Brotherhood Manor specifically to house mutants.

With a large sum of money invested in GG, news spread and mutants began moving in with their families.

Mutants who go it alone are either captured and dissected by secret agencies or hunted by vampires—ever since Wesley tasted the sweetness of mutant blood and was able to awaken superpowers with it, the entire vampire clan has set its sights on this 'living treasure'.

Tesla Industries, Umbrella Corporation, Hydra, Stryker Corps... all are secretly laying their nets to hunt down their prey.

Two fists can't fight four hands; trying to fight head-on will only lead to a quicker death. Mutants can only clench their fists and band together to survive.

Nowadays, it's almost impossible to see a lone mutant on the streets.