Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

Having grown up on Earth, Clark breathes freely and without any hindrance.

Although Zod was also a Kryptonian descendant, he was unusually sensitive to Earth's atmosphere and soon felt chest tightness and shortness of breath.

He was determined to completely transform this blue planet, making it the new cradle of Kryptonian civilization.

Half an hour later, the negotiators gathered in a closed conference room.

Nick Fury of S.H.I.E.L.D., Amanda Waller of the Sky Eye, Jesse Turner of the Sentinel Service... were all present, accompanying John Dulles to negotiate.

"We need a place where we can settle down and make a living," Zod said bluntly.

"Sokovia, the Sahara, the Antarctic ice sheet—you can choose any of these areas," Dulles said casually, gesturing to his assistant to bring up a holographic map. "Anywhere is fine, as long as it's not in the continental United States."

"No." Zod refused decisively. His gaze was sharp, fixed only on the American frontier—the land where Clark grew up, the place where Kryptonians should rightfully take root.

In his view, the Kryptonians were strangers from a foreign land, while the nation that Clark had already integrated into was the most likely to accept them and rebuild their homeland.

"Which one specifically do you want?" Dulles pressed.

"New York."

"Absolutely impossible," Dulles said firmly.

"Then we'll designate 30,000 square kilometers." Zode's tone was calm, but his plan was meticulous: there were only a few hundred adult Kryptonians at the moment, so they would first occupy a corner and then gradually expand; once their people multiplied and grew stronger, it would only be a matter of time before they swept across the globe.

In the previous battle, Earth suffered heavy damage, and the Kryptonian fleet was also nearly half destroyed.

After several rounds of negotiation, both sides compromised and finally agreed on a 4,000 square kilometer area.

The site selection process stalled again, with heated debate continuing for a long time. Suddenly, Dulles had a flash of inspiration and had his assistant project a 3D image of the Sunrise Villa.

Zod scrutinized the scene intently for a moment, then listened attentively to Fiora's briefing before nodding immediately: "Here it is."

Should they continue fighting? He couldn't afford to gamble—the Kryptonian bloodline was already weak; another battle might extinguish even the spark.

Four thousand square kilometers is enough for now.

"No way!" Nick Fury objected on the spot. He knew the significance of Sunrise Manor and didn't want to get involved in this trouble.

"I support it," Amanda Waller replied coldly. In her eyes, Sunrise Manor was more troublesome than the Kryptonians; if the two clashed head-on, Chung Kwok-hung would inevitably turn hostile, and a lose-lose situation would be the best solution.

"Turner, what do you think?" Dulles turned to the sentry representative.

"You decide," Turner said casually, kicking the ball back steadily.

"Then it's settled—Sunrise Manor belongs to the Kryptonians." Dulles smiled and extended his hand.

Zod gave him a firm handshake, then turned and left with Fiora, his steps steady.

"Dulles, the foundation of Sunrise Manor is far deeper than you imagine," Nick whispered a reminder.

"Whether or not we can take it down is a matter for the Kryptonians." Dulles's eyes turned cold, his tone completely unwavering.

Nick silently turned around, took out his phone, and dialed Phil Coulson.

At 10:00 AM, Zod and Dulles officially signed a peace agreement, transferring the Sunrise Manor land to Krypton.

Countless people gritted their teeth, but no one publicly shouted.

Ultimately, that place belongs to the Zhong family, not the United States, and certainly not the United Nations.

The recently concluded Battle of New York City left behind rubble and debris throughout the city, with the death toll approaching hundreds of thousands.

If they refuse to sign the agreement, the Kryptonians, who have been expelled from their home planet, will certainly not let the matter rest.

If war were to break out again, rivers of blood would be the beginning, and hundreds of millions of lives would likely be lost.

Kryptonian technology is unparalleled in the cosmos, and each Kryptonian warrior is comparable to a mobile fortress.

In comparison, sacrificing a small piece of land in exchange for global stability—this is a calculation that any discerning person can clearly make.

When the news reached Chung Kwok-hung's ears, he was not angry at all; instead, he laughed loudly.

Wanda, Natasha, and the others exchanged bewildered glances, assuming he was consumed by grief and anger, bordering on madness.

"Zhong, let's go to Paradise Island," Hippolyta whispered.

"Okay, I'll stay for a few days." Chung Kwok-hung nodded in agreement.

"Only staying for a few days?" Hippolyta was slightly taken aback.

"Yes, we'll only stay for a few days. The territory of Xuyang Manor has already been handed over to the Kryptonians—this way, the government can completely absolve itself of responsibility. Once things have calmed down, we'll take the manor back intact." Zhong Guohong's lips curled into a slight smile.

He convened the media overnight and publicly denounced the authorities for their breach of faith.

The logic is obvious: the land deed for Xuyang Villa is in black and white, the money was paid in full years ago; taxes are paid on time every year, so the villa is his private property, no doubt about it.

As the reporters left one after another, Chung Kuo-hung had a sudden thought, and the "Xuyang" spacecraft, which had been buried underground, burst out of the ground with a roar.

This spaceship incorporates the space-folding technology of the Silver Surfer surfboard, creating a self-contained world with a diameter of 500 kilometers.

The employees were given a three-day holiday. In no time, a giant silver-gray ship, 200 meters in diameter and 30 meters high, took off and soared into the sky above Paradise Island.

After spending a few days on Paradise Island, Chung Kuo-hung quietly returned home in his light-speed armored vehicle.

Five improved nanoblasts were launched in succession during the journey—the missiles exploded, and billions of nanobugs pressed in like a black cloud, instantly engulfing the Kryptonian spacecraft swarm.

These new insects can even chew up and devour the Eiffel Tower; after the upgrade, their gnawing speed is faster and their decomposition efficiency is higher.

Chung Kuo-hung originally developed the nanobomb to deal with extraterrestrial visitors.

The swarm devoured the metal shells and Kryptonian bodies, their numbers increasing exponentially, swarming across the sky and blotting out the sun.

Everything in the universe has its counter, and caught off guard, the Kryptonian fleet collapsed on the spot.

Only when they activated their energy shields were they able to barely stop the relentless, ravenous onslaught.

Chung Kwok-hung summoned the Minghong Blade with a backhand motion. A flash of cold light, and swarms of Kryptonian warriors fell to the ground.

Galactus couldn't withstand his slash, Thanos couldn't withstand even half a move, and Steppenwolf was forced back three steps as soon as he raised his hand—under the Minghong Blade, the Kryptonians were utterly powerless to fight back.

Zod was about to roar when the blade was already at his throat; Fiora didn't even see the blade before his head rolled to the ground.

"Krypton's capital ship was intact, but all three hundred-plus aircraft were destroyed, leaving wreckage everywhere."

After clearing out Xuyang Villa, Zhong Guohong had Natasha hold another press conference.

"The land of Xuyang Villa belongs to the United States."

"We bought this land ten years ago and have never stopped paying taxes. But just a few days ago, the authorities arbitrarily 'gifted' the villa to the Kryptonians. Now that we have reclaimed our lost land, it is our spoils of war in terms of morality, reason, and law."

Overnight, the Xuyang Mountain Villa, covering more than 4,000 square kilometers, became Zhong Guohong's private territory.

A top-notch legal team, hired at great expense, quickly cleared away all legal obstacles.

The land belongs to him, he paid the taxes, the transfer documents are complete, and the ownership is crystal clear.

Without his consent, Marvel Dollars handed over his assets—this wasn't diplomacy, it was robbery.

The resort, which was forcibly taken back from the Kryptonians, has no further connection with the United States.

From then on, Xuyang Villa no longer had to pay any taxes.