Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

Scorpion gritted his teeth, threw his gun and dagger into the bushes, and ran for his life. The other man's aim was incredibly accurate; he didn't even dare to tilt his head, afraid that any extra movement would result in being hit.

At that moment, he had only one thought in his mind: I hope this madman really keeps his word and lets him have two minutes.

"Ten seconds."

"Twenty seconds."

Thirty seconds.

……

"One minute."

"One minute and ten seconds."

"One minute and twenty seconds."

……

"Scorpion, two minutes are up."

Lin Quan's voice sounded as if he were whispering in his ear.

"I'm over 800 meters away from him! Did this guy's head get squeezed through a door?" Scorpion panted as he ran, his lungs burning, but he felt a sense of relief... Over 800 meters was enough for him to dart through the forest, climb over the mountain ridges, and shake off his tail.

"Even if he's incredibly fast, he can't touch me from this distance!"

No sooner had he taken a step than Lin Quan had caught up with him like an arrow released from a bow.

The breathing map stretched out over three kilometers and eight hundred meters, clearly distinguishing even his rapid breathing. Let alone two minutes, even if he had a ten-minute head start, he couldn't escape this net.

He can run 3,000 meters in 10 minutes on flat ground, but this is a mountain. With rocks, slopes, and vines tripping him up, he only managed to sprint 800 meters in 2 minutes with all his might... This is not just desperate, it's exhaustion.

My strength was completely depleted, my heart was burning with anger, and my legs felt like lead.

"Scorpion, run! Why have you slowed down?"

"If you keep dragging this out, I'll tap you on the shoulder."

"It's been over 300 meters... Can you hear me stepping on the dry branches?"

Look up, I'm right behind you.

"Forty-three meters, keep pushing, there's still hope."

The scorpion pounced on an old pine tree, bracing itself against the trunk with both hands, making a hoarse sound in its throat like a broken bellows.

Knowing he couldn't escape, he whirled around and reached into his boot...

"Why aren't you running anymore? Just two more kilometers and you'll be free." Lin Quan slowly approached, his face covered in black paint, making his expression unreadable, and he wasn't afraid of being recognized... How could a dying wanted criminal possibly cause any trouble?

"Who are you?" the scorpion asked in a hoarse voice.

"The Chinese soldier, the one who arrested you."

"Let me go, ten million, in cash."

"Only worth ten million?"

"One hundred million! I've got it in my savings!" Scorpion's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Come with me, or shall I carry you?"

"Is there really no room for negotiation?"

The scorpion took a deep breath and lunged forward...

Lin Quan raised his hand and threw a punch. His right arm made a dull "crack" and fell limply to the ground. Then he swept his foot over, and his right leg bent in response, with his knee turning outward.

With his limbs useless, Lin Quan grabbed him by the back of the neck, like carrying a sack, and swayed back the way he came.

When Chen Shanming arrived with his men, there were several corpses lying on the ground, each with a red dot between its eyebrows, neatly arranged.

"Hit right here... This marksmanship is so accurate, even a god couldn't be this precise." Gong Jian stared at the bullet hole for a few seconds, stunned.

"Where's Scorpion?" Chen Shanming left only two people to guard the scene while he led the team forward at breakneck speed.

Not long after, Lin Quan walked over, dragging a limp person in his arms... it was Scorpion.

After descending the mountain, Lin Quan casually tossed the person to the ground, like throwing away a bundle of firewood.

"How is he?" President Wen asked with a smile.

"His hands and feet are completely useless."

"Thanks," Mr. Wen said, his voice lower.

"Thank you..." Fan Tianlei's eyes reddened, and he didn't continue.

Premier Wen's only son, Fan Tianlei's son, He Chenguang's father... they were all victims of Scorpion.

"I'm a soldier, it's what I should do," Lin Quan said, then turned and drove away.

With the scorpion caught ahead of schedule, Wang Yanbing's father, Wang Qingshan, returned to China smoothly.

After spending half a year in Langya, Lin Quan led his team back to the amphibious reconnaissance brigade's sea training ground.

He didn't go home last year, but plans to go back at the end of this year.

With the mass production of the Strong Soldier System finalized, Zhanlang and Longyan invited him to be an instructor, but he declined outright.

The excuse was very assertive: the system needs to be upgraded.

He skillfully turned down all the remaining secondments.

Now that the Strong Soldier System is in place, whether he becomes an instructor or not is no longer an issue.

Previously, the airborne special operations regiment had recommended a second-class merit for him, and the Wolf Fang unit had also separately recommended a second-class merit.

After capturing the heinous scorpion alive, Premier Wen applied for a second-class merit award for him.

Back at the sea training ground, Lin Quan was able to train his physical fitness without restraint, and he saw Shen Ge much more often.

He pushed himself to the limit, and his strength increased little by little.

"Seventeen steel bars plus an iron basket, totaling four thousand catties."

He carried the four thousand pounds on his back and ran on the beach.

With each lift and drop of the foot, sand particles sprayed forward.

Wherever they went, they carved a series of deep footprints into the sand.

When your strength is at its peak, you can sweep away your opponents without even needing to talk about techniques... you can crush them with your physique alone.

The ability to take on thousands of soldiers single-handedly right now isn't based on brute force, but on the ability to "breathe" (or "learn") a map.

With this "living map," he could accurately locate the position of each soldier and also detect the trajectory of bullets in advance.

He anticipated the bullets coming from hundreds of meters away and dodged them with ease.

With more than half a year left until the Chinese New Year, Lin Quan had only one thing on his mind: to climb one more step higher.

In just over a month, he will have served five years in the military.

He didn't stop until his body felt completely heavy, his throat tightened, and his legs trembled.

His chest heaved with panting as he glanced up at Zhang Kun, Xu Jie, and Zhao Guang, who were training.

"Many of the older generation of renowned martial arts masters possessed strength exceeding 1,000 jin (approximately 500 kg), as documented online."

"Can the super-soldier system I created actually train people to this level?"

A thought flashed through his mind, and he took out his notebook and searched directly for classic Chinese medicine texts.

For the time he caught the scorpion, in addition to a second-class merit medal, he also received a reward of 300,000 Chinese yuan.

With a monthly income of 16,000 yuan, he could easily afford to buy several paid electronic medical books.

As a soldier, he didn't use any technology to bypass the paywall... He paid every penny he was owed.

The military provides all the necessary food, lodging and transportation, and the Knife Point Squad has a considerable monthly surplus.

However, the amphibious reconnaissance battalion's ammunition was completely depleted by them.

The stockpiles of Type 81, Type 85, and Type 56 ammunition have all dropped significantly... Anyway, this batch of ammunition is being phased out gradually, so we don't feel bad about using it.

As soon as the alarm sounded in the enhanced military system, Zhang Kun, Xu Jie, and Zhao Guang immediately stopped their attacks.

Half an hour later, cook Zhao Guang put on his apron and went into the kitchen.

That night, the Knife Tip Squad practiced night vision for more than three hours.

Lin Quan, carrying a load of 1,800 kilograms on his shoulders, rushed into the sea.

Training underwater is even more rigorous than training on land.

The iron basket weighs 300 kilograms, and the fifteen iron bars together weigh exactly 1,500 kilograms... totaling 1,800 kilograms.

He can breathe freely underwater, so safety is not a problem.

Unfortunately, he was out of luck and was hit hard by an electric eel shortly after entering the water.

"Electric eels are living creatures, so how can they generate electricity?"

He remained floating there, letting the gray shadow drift away, but his mind was preoccupied with how he could acquire that power.

After recovering physically, but still unable to figure out a solution, training continued as usual.

He carried 2,000 kilograms on the shore and 1,800 kilograms in the water.

The pressure of the seawater amplifies the effects of the Qi, Shen, and Jing breathing technique, allowing the breath to sink deeper and the spirit to shine brighter.

He sank into the mud and kicked and strained, stirring up the entire sea into a murky mess.