Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

As long as a person has a breath left, he dares to act; if the body is intact, the power of the dragon can call the soul back to its place; if the limbs are missing, the eternal flame can rebuild the bones; he also knows the resurrection incantations sealed in the Dormammu Tome by heart; the Kree's miraculous serum can even make a stopped heart beat again.

Paralysis in a living person? Leg transplant, nerve reconnection, pathway establishment—surgical intervention combined with gene guidance—it's a sure thing.

Complete paralysis? A cloned body + Zola's consciousness transfer, seamless reincarnation.

For him, a terminal illness that hospitals had given a death sentence for was nothing more than a matter of changing the formula and adjusting the parameters.

But the power of the dragons, the eternal flame, the Kree serum, and the transfer of consciousness—these must never be leaked.

If everyone lived forever, the Earth wouldn't last ten years.

The territory is only so big, and the food, drink, housing, and transportation are all controlled by it. Being immortal and indestructible has become a catastrophic disaster.

"Leader, Gabe... can he really stand up?" Robbie's voice trembled.

"You'll only know once you see it," Chung Kwok-hung said, his smile undiminished.

"Leader, let's go keep an eye on the target!" Logan and Frank stood up at the same time and said in unison.

Upon arriving at Robbie's residence and briefly checking on Gabe's condition, Chung Kuo-hung lightly tapped his fingertip and used his divine sense to instantly reconnect the severed nerve circuits, then slowly infused them with a warm and powerful life force.

In the blink of an eye, Gabu opened his eyes and sat up, his limbs nimble and his breath full, as if he had never been paralyzed for a single day.

Upon hearing that Gabe was an expert in computers, Chung Kwok-hung's eyes lit up, and he immediately invited him to join the Good and Evil Rewards Alliance.

"Reward the good and punish the evil" - We will clean up the evil, and you will promote the good.

When investigating cases and arresting people, they only need to collect the stolen money they find along the way, while leaving the distribution of the proceeds entirely to Gabu.

Chung Kwok-hung took out four vials of serum and had Gabu inject them into his body one by one; he then handed him a custom-made smartwatch, its dial glowing softly, with built-in communication and emergency location functions. After giving his instructions, he turned and mounted his motorcycle, the engine roaring away.

As the serum surged and fused within his body, Gabe felt his bones throb and his senses sharpen. He looked up at Robbie, a realization dawning on him: "Robbie, you... are you a superhuman too?"

"Yes." Robbie didn't hide anything and told the whole story.

The super soldier serum has now spread out of control, and superhumans who have successfully injected it can be found everywhere, from the streets and alleys to the dark web and black markets.

The divide between ordinary people, mutants, and Inhumans has been quietly loosened by this wave of "universal enhancement."

Back at Xuyang Villa, Zhong Guohong was surrounded by the usual chatter of birds, enjoying a leisurely yet lively life.

Three days later, his phone vibrated to notify him of a new message. He immediately hopped on his motorcycle and sped off to Robbie's house.

Gabe has been paralyzed for many years and has always stayed at home, spending his days with code. He is a master hacker, and even the federal secret service's firewall cannot stop him.

Pushing open the door to the living room, Chung Kwok-hung immediately saw Frank and Logan already sitting on the sofa, the smell of smoke mixed with the aroma of coffee floating in the air.

The four of them stood up in unison, laughing and calling out, "Alliance Leader!"

Chung Kwok-hung nodded and went straight to the point: "Has the target been set?"

"Leader, this was just aired out." Gabe handed over an encrypted tablet, the screen's glow reflecting off his glasses.

Zhong Guohong quickly finished scanning, then his brows furrowed.

Target: Fujita Company – a Japanese yakuza group that started out by trafficking people and drugs.

They spent a whopping $100 million from Umbrella Corporation to buy over a thousand vials of super soldier serum; more than 500 people died after being injected, and the more than 400 survivors all became rampaging super-powered thugs.

A single vial of serum is priced at $100,000, with discounts available for bulk orders; however, the version produced by Xuyang Manor, in terms of body enhancement alone, surpasses all the modified versions from Umbrella, S.H.I.E.L.D., Hydra, and even Trask Industries.

Fujita Company President Fujita Yamagata was even more ruthless—he spent over a billion yen and personally administered several high-end serums at Asahi Mountain Villa, making him far more powerful than his group of "basic" superhumans.

The organization's stronghold in Los Angeles is home to more than twenty super-powered thugs. Located in a remote, sparsely populated area, it is perfect for a surprise attack.

Robbie and Frank had long wanted to remove this venomous fang, but in the past, they had simply been unable to crack this tough nut when fighting it alone.

"How many Chinese students have been harmed by the Fujita Company of the Japanese devils, who have shed blood and sweat for them?"

Chung Kuo-hung closed the tablet and turned to ask how the equipment preparations were going.

Frank lifted the lid of a military-grade alloy box—it was neatly stacked with high-explosive rounds, armor-piercing rounds, and a row of melee weapons: tactical knives, short-handled battle axes, and shotguns with silencers.

Chung Kwok-hung picked out a sharpened dagger, a modified AK, a Desert Eagle, and four sets of spare magazines.

When superhumans choose guns, they always prefer those with violent recoil—after all, their muscle strength is more than three times that of ordinary people, so the idea of ​​their arms going numb from the recoil is simply unrealistic.

Frank's existing crew is more than enough to deal with ordinary superhuman thugs; as for using the Treasure Bowl to replicate divine weapons? Chung Kwok-hung thinks it's a complete waste of energy.

The five men each equipped themselves, quickly finalized their attack route and retreat plan, and then sat in a circle, clattering and rubbing mahjong tiles, their laughter and banter filling the air.

As darkness fell, five modified SUVs silently drove out of the villa and headed straight for the Fujita Company's headquarters.

Gabe opened his laptop, his fingers flying across the keyboard, the sound of typing like raindrops on banana leaves.

In less than eight minutes, the internal surveillance footage of Fujita Company appeared on his secondary screen.

"Let's go." Chung Kwok-hung put on his mask, his face covered in black patterns, revealing only a pair of calm eyes.

The five men split up, each taking a different route; Gabu remained in the car, his earpiece ringing softly as he broadcast real-time enemy activity.

Chung Kwok-hung kicked open the front door, raised his hand and locked the Japanese man at the door, raising his gun and firing a bullet through the air.

The bullet tore through the air, and the thugs of the Fujita Company fell to the ground one after another, their foreheads exploding and blood gushing from their temples, without even having time to utter a sound.

Even if someone has been given the Super Soldier Serum, a high-speed bullet to the head will still kill them instantly—once their brain is shattered, no amount of physical strength can save them.

Currently, only Xuyang Mountain Villa in the world can stably mass-produce self-healing serum. It sells for $300 million per vial, and even at double the black market price, it's not guaranteed you can get your hands on it.

Those who can afford this price can be counted on one hand. Ordinary people? They wouldn't even dare to dream of it.

In an instant, gunfire erupted, and cries of agony, like chickens being strangled, echoed one after another before quickly fading away.

Chung Kwok-hung and Frank were deadly with every shot, but Logan and Robbie were slightly inferior—their accuracy was not good enough, and their headshot rate was not high.

Seeing that the cleanup was too slow, the two decided to reveal their trump card.

Logan's pupils contracted, his finger bones snapped and grew out of control, six adamantium claws flashed with a cold light, each grab piercing through the chest, flesh and blood flying everywhere.

Robbie burst into a ghostly blue flame, transforming into the Ghost Rider in the blink of an eye. Wherever he went, criminals' flesh was charred and their skeletons disintegrated, leaving only a handful of ashes to drift away in the wind.

Chung Kwok-hung charged forward with his gun, sweeping from the first floor to the second, and then crushing his way up to the third; Frank, meanwhile, kept a low profile, clearing out each floor one by one, cutting his way through the basement.