The Queen of Wakanda was dead. She had actually been drowned alive—and on the upper floors of a high-rise building, dozens of stories above the ground.
Not only was Deadpool dumbfounded by all this, but even Namor, who had caused it all, fell silent.
That was it? She had been talking tough the whole time. He had thought she was incredibly formidable, only for her to get drowned by water the very next second?
Namor opened his mouth, his face full of frustration.
Damn it, if I'd known you were this pathetic, why would I have bothered doing it myself? I could have casually sent two subordinates to take care of all of you!
Wakanda had always bragged internationally about how powerful it was and how much it had contributed when facing Thanos, but it was all fucking lies!
With the strength you've displayed now, how are you any different from ordinary people?
"Damn it, what bad luck!"
Namor spat in irritation. He had gone through all the trouble of coming personally; it had simply been using a sledgehammer to crack a nut.
"It really is pretty unlucky."
Deadpool was also speechless. Just moments ago, she had been threatening him, saying she would lock him in Wakanda's prison and make sure he could never escape.
And this was the result?
If you people had arrested me, would Deadpool have had any face left?
She had thought she would be safe and sound behind vibranium glass, only to lose her life the next moment. The absurd scene was both laughable and ridiculous.
"Hmph, you sneaky bastard. Who exactly are you?"
After dealing with the Queen of Wakanda, Namor turned his gaze toward Deadpool beside him and asked coldly.
"Me? I'm the embodiment of kindness and a partner of justice. You can