"Help! Help!"
Swept along by the seawater, Shuri looked terrified. She bobbed up and down in the water, crying loudly for help. At that moment, Deadpool flew above her, glanced at the Black girl flailing in the water, thought for a moment, and decided to lend a hand.
But honestly, no matter how Black people dressed, Deadpool found them a little off-putting. Shuri's features were actually quite decent, but paired with her dark skin... how should he put it? It was simply hard to describe.
He pulled Shuri out of the water and set her down on a higher patch of ground that had not been flooded. Deadpool said impatiently,
"All right, stop screaming. That guy already ran away."
Her shouting had annoyed him, so Deadpool spoke gruffly.
You were Wakanda's princess. Why were you making such a fuss?
"Did he get away?"
Shuri finally came to her senses. Seeing that the person standing before her was the same one who had fought Namor earlier, she finally let out a sigh of relief.
Now that Namor had fled, Shuri finally relaxed. Looking at Deadpool, she asked curiously, "Who are you?"
"You can call me Deadpool. I'm a hero who acts on a whim. I couldn't stand seeing him attack innocent people in this city, so I stopped him."
Deadpool spoke with such righteousness and indignation that he looked every bit like a just Super Hero.
Yet only he knew how disdainful he was of so-called Super Heroes.
As Marvel World's representative antihero, Deadpool had never cared much for so-called Super Heroes. Now that he had joined China, that feeling had only grown stronger.
If his plan had not required it, he would never have wanted to pretend to be a Super Hero.
"Thank you."
In any case, the inexperienced princess