Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

After dinner, he went into the library and sat there for several hours.

Since the Wolf Fang base was not suitable for high-intensity physical training, he simply gave up.

The Qi-Spirit Breathing Method has long become an instinct. With each breath, the breath becomes long and deep, the mind gradually focuses, and the Qi and blood flow silently.

Two months later, He Chenguang, Gong Jian, and others all exceeded 80 kilograms in load.

Li Erniu, the strongest among them, has already steadily lifted 100 kilograms.

"I've been in Langya for over three months, with just over two months left."

Lin Quan shook off the thoughts in his mind, started the car, and drove out of the camp.

I spent two days training in tanks and then more than ten days in the maintenance workshop.

After returning to the Wolf Fang camp, he personally led the team in physical training and marksmanship practice.

He recorded some data every day and used He Chenguang and the others to test the new training methods he had figured out.

"Team Leader Lin." Fan Tianlei walked over and saluted.

Lin Quan returned the greeting, a smirk playing on his lips: "Chief of Staff Fan."

"I want to take them to the execution ground tomorrow," Fan Tianlei said.

"I'll go with you," Lin Quan readily agreed.

"Okay." Fan Tianlei nodded in agreement.

The convoy set off at 10:00 AM.

As soon as the car came to a stop, Lin Quan glanced at the hilltop and paused, saying, "You all stay here, I'll go up and take a look."

"Team Leader Lin, is something wrong?" Fan Tianlei asked immediately.

"There are people on the mountain, don't look around. I'll go and bring them back." Lin Quan said and left.

"Be careful." Fan Tianlei turned around and borrowed a few tools from the side.

Lin Quan took only a dagger and a pistol and cut up the slope from the left.

At this moment, He Chenguang also moved closer to Fan Tianlei and whispered, "There's some noise on the mountain."

"Don't make a sound, go back to your positions, and follow orders." Fan Tianlei didn't even lift his eyelids.

Lin Quan moved swiftly along the grass line, avoiding the blind spot of the sniper position on the mountaintop, his steps unwavering.

The coverage radius of the breathing sensor map has been expanded to three kilometers.

Within this area, he could perceive everything—the rustling of grass, the crawling of insects in the cracks of rocks… even the ants burrowing into the soil were clearly etched into his mind.

He crept up quietly, then suddenly struck, knocking one of them unconscious with a heavy punch; the other man had just turned around when his wrist was grabbed, and his shoulder, elbow, knee, and ankle joints snapped open with a "crack," leaving him limp on the ground.

He carried one in each hand, like two sacks, and strode down the mountain.

He slammed the body onto the open ground of the execution ground and clapped his hands: "General Wen, the man is done."

"Thanks!" President Wen quickly stepped forward to confirm.

The person with the sniper rifle hiding in that spot is most likely one of Scorpion's men.

On the way back, He Chenguang, Li Erniu, and the others looked pale and didn't say much.

"You're scared already? If you're really afraid, you should take off your uniform as soon as possible." Lin Quan's voice wasn't loud, but every word hit the eardrums.

"First time meeting you..." He Chenguang's throat tightened, but he forced himself to finish the sentence.

"It's just a corpse, what's there to be so trembling about? Go to a slaughterhouse a couple of times, smell the blood, and you'll feel calmer. Who isn't a vicious criminal when a gun is pointed at them? Treat them like livestock, and you'll feel more at ease." Lin Quan's tone was light, as if he were talking about the weather.

"Instructor Lin... have you ever personally dealt with criminals?" Li Erniu asked in a low voice.

"What do you think?" Lin Quan didn't answer directly, but only raised an eyebrow.

Not long after returning to Langya, Fan Tianlei arrived with Tang Xinyi.

"Team Leader Lin, this is Tang Xinyi, the director of the Military Games Office," Fan Tianlei introduced.

"Director Tang, hello." Lin Quan nodded.

"Team Leader Lin, we'd like to ask you to help us optimize the game system," Tang Xinyi said, getting straight to the point.

"If I actually go in and play, your game will immediately be unable to continue," Lin Quan said truthfully.

Ever since the breathing map was expanded to three kilometers, the scale in his heart has long been unbalanced.

With him as the center, he could feel as if his finger had moved if a bird flew by within a kilometer, a leaf fell to the ground within a hundred meters, or even if an ant turned over within three kilometers.

"Captain Lin, can we see it with our own eyes?" Fan Tianlei's eyes lit up.

"Daggers, pistols, Type 95 rifles, sniper rifles—take your pick. If Chief of Staff Fan wants to inspect the goods, use that hillside as the center, demarcate a one-kilometer area as the battlefield…bring a few hundred people in to guard it, and I'll storm in alone," Lin Quan said decisively.

"Is four hundred enough?"

"If you think there aren't enough people, a thousand will do," Lin Quan laughed.

"Okay! I'll get the people here right away!" Fan Tianlei dialed the number on the spot.

Two hours later, the defending team arrived.

Lin Quan picked up a Type 95 rifle, with three fully loaded magazines at his waist... all blanks.

With the breathing map spread out, every bunker, every ditch, and every pair of crouching eyes on the mountain was vividly reflected in his mind.

He charged forward as soon as he started, his movements so fast that he was just a blur.

They ran and fired, each person being shot and their guns were pointed at.

When bullets came from the opposite direction, he either turned to the side to dodge them or tilted his head to avoid them, without even getting a graze on the hem of his clothes.

In less than fifty minutes, he had singled out and "knocked down" a thousand people.

"Director Tang, tell me... with my skill level, getting involved in your game is practically like flipping the table, isn't it?" Lin Quan asked casually, putting away his gun.

"I'm sorry, we were being presumptuous..." Tang Xinyi's lips parted slightly, and it took her a while to squeeze out a sentence.

Fan Tianlei stood there stunned. The soldiers guarding the position stared at each other, none of them believing that they had really been "instantly" defeated.

One against a thousand, annihilated them all, leaving them no chance to catch their breath. Stallone, who had to be suspended by wires during filming, barely broke a sweat.

"Captain Lin, how did you dodge the bullets?" Fan Tianlei pressed.

"I rely on my intuition," Lin Quan laughed.

"Feelings?" Fan Tianlei frowned.

"Intuition," Lin Quan added.

"Not touching heavy weapons... you've really become a monster." Fan Tianlei shook his head and sighed.

Able to predict ballistics and deal with attacks at close range without leaving any room for error, their combat power has long surpassed the "King of Soldiers" level and gone straight to another level.

Scorpion's two henchmen loosened their grip, revealing all their secrets.

They had only been in China for a few days when they were targeted.

Premier Wen visited the Wolf Fang gang, requesting their assistance in apprehending the suspect.

Lin Quan volunteered... He caught the scorpion, and a second-class merit was guaranteed.

My father back home just bought a car worth around 200,000 yuan, and the new house is finished, but he hasn't raised enough money for the furniture yet.

The day he received the Guardian Medal, the county allocated 100,000 yuan to his father.

When building the new house, the main structure alone cost over 600,000 yuan... The price of building materials kept rising, and there was no way to stop it.

He was awarded a second-class merit, and the army gave him 5,000 yuan, while the local government also provided an additional 5,000 yuan; Scorpion was a wanted criminal, so the bounty was calculated separately, and the amount was not small.

After entering the mountains, Lin Quan, relying on the breathing map, easily located Scorpion and his men.

In a few swift and clean moves, Scorpion's men were all gone. Lin Quan stood on the slope, his voice clear and bright: "Throw away the gun, I'll give you two minutes to run."

Several tough guys who were usually so arrogant collapsed to the ground in the blink of an eye. Scorpion felt a chill run down his spine and his legs trembled.

"Have you thought it through? Take everything off your body. I'll give you two minutes... Chinese soldiers never give an inch when they speak." Lin Quan was hiding behind a large rock, speaking in a relaxed tone, as if they were discussing what to have for dinner.

"Is this guy's brain stuck in a door frame?" Scorpion's heart skipped a beat, but he yelled out, "Fine! I'll throw it away!"

Before he finished speaking, he gripped the pistol hidden behind his waist and took off running.

"Bang!" The bullet grazed the ground in front of his shoe and exploded, kicking up a puddle of dirt.

"There's also a gun and a dagger... throw them away, two minutes will still count." Lin Quan's voice was very steady, without a trace of anger, but it was so suffocating that it made people feel like they couldn't breathe.