Wade had never expected that he would find his daughter so quickly in the end.
Yes, he had gone through quite a few places, staying up all night without rest. After hitting walls everywhere, he finally remembered that he had an acquaintance who was a Mage, though not from Kamar-Taj.
Black Claw, a witch doctor from Africa, was skilled in Soul Magic, liked playing with corpses, and wore a yellow rooster hat all year round.
Although Deadpool now had some psychological trauma about rooster heads, there was no helping it. Black Claw was the only spellcaster he could use.
He chartered a helicopter to Taino Island in the Caribbean Sea, an island not marked on any map, and endured the bites of countless living corpses before meeting Black Claw.
After paying three thousand dollars and promising to bring him a hundred fresh corpses, he got his wife and daughter's address from Black Claw.
Fortunately, the coordinates were in the United States, somewhere in Arizona.
So he grabbed his backpack and eagerly went knocking on their door. He was racing against the Department of Social Security!
Yet when the door opened—
"Carmelita? Uh, you're still alive?"
The woman who opened the door was a Black woman in her thirties. Though hardship had made her look somewhat older, there was still a trace of the beauty she had once possessed in her features.
At least, she was considered pretty among Black women. She was not like those bald, muscular women of the Wakanda Royal Guard, who did not fit mainstream beauty standards.
Not only was she not thin, she was even a little plump. Her dark complexion had a healthy reddish tint to it. No matter how he looked at her, she did not resemble the woman Deathstroke had described, supposedly dying