Prologue 5:

Prologue 5:

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By January 7th of the following year, when he turned 11 years old, Namor had already finished his mandatory education a year earlier than most atlanteans.

And now he only had to wait three days until January 10th when he would go to Tridente City, where the atlantean military school of Xebel was located, to start his two years of mandatory military service at the age of 11.

So far, everything was going according to his plans. His plan was simple... Throughout Atlantis, he was just an average atlantean citizen from Xebel.

Well, maybe he could be considered somewhat smarter by some because he finished his studies a year earlier than usual, but that didn't make up for not having talent in magic and being physically slightly below average.

That's why he kept thinking about permanently living on the surface, where among ordinary humans, an atlantean was practically a person with incredible superpowers. There he already knew he could stand out and succeed much more than in Atlantis. Besides, although living underwater was amazing, he still preferred living on the surface.

On the other hand, Namor, with his alias as Deadpool, had not only managed to amass a large amount of cash but also had gained several useful connections and had substantially improved his combat skills.

Sadly, these were his last days as Deadpool because once he went to Tridente City for his two years of mandatory military service, he couldn't leave the military barracks to go to the surface whenever he wanted, and all his schedules would be more controlled and busy.

Myra, knowing this, decided to leave Xebel a couple of days ago and use the money she had 'earned' to start a new business in Poseidonis, something about researching and selling new technologies. 

She hadn't even properly said goodbye to him, but he knew she just had to avoid showing her true emotions when facing the fact that their paths were finally parting. She might be grumpy and a bit of a tomboy, but just as he had come to consider her a friend, he was sure she had also considered him more than just a partner in crime.

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In the heart of the Underworld of Buenos Aires in Argentina, there was the notorious illegal fight club "Tango Mortal". A place where only the bravest or craziest and desperate dared to enter.

There, Namor, who was known by everyone as a mysterious fighter and thief known only by his alias "Deadpool", had been making waves for months, winning fight after fight and accumulating a fortune.

No one knew his true identity, not because he hid his face or anything, but because no one could obtain any information about him as if he didn't exist... as if he were a ghost that only appeared for the fights and then disappeared.

Even so, what everyone did know was that he was a formidable opponent.

That night, Namor as Deadpool would face his most dangerous opponent to date: the deadly fighter known as "El Oso". A man known for his ferocity and skill in the ring.

The crowd roared as Deadpool and "El Oso" entered the ring. The air was electric with anticipation. The two fighters faced off in the center of the ring, their eyes shining with intensity.

"El Oso" started the fight with a series of quick and precise blows, but Deadpool managed to dodge most of them using his superhuman speed and agility. While the few hits that landed did no real damage thanks to his tough skin...

And with each blow, "El Oso" felt as if he were fighting against a wall of steel, but he continued seeking a way to win.

Deadpool, on his part, countered with powerful punches, but "El Oso" avoided them easily and launched a roundhouse kick, but Deadpool caught it with one hand and spun, sending "El Oso" to the ground.

Taking advantage of the situation, Deadpool lunged at him, but "El Oso" rolled to the side and got back on his feet, ready to continue the fight.

The fight continued for minutes, with both fighters exchanging blows and showing their skill.

"El Oso" used his experience to try to find a weakness in Deadpool, but Namor seemed unstoppable due to his superior endurance, durability, and strength.

Even if Namor seemed to be at a disadvantage most of the time, the truth was that he would win as soon as he managed to land a good hit on his opponent. The problem was that Namor hadn't managed to do this yet.

"El Oso" launched a series of blows that sent Deadpool against the ropes. "El Oso" tried to continue hitting Deadpool, but Deadpool caught him with a bear hug and lifted him off the ground.

"El Oso" tried to break free, but Deadpool held him firmly.

Finally, he threw "El Oso" to the ground with a powerful slam.

The crowd erupted in applause as Deadpool stood victorious.

After that, Deadpool collected his prize... Although shortly after winning the fight and leaving the illegal fight club, while walking through the dark streets, Namor noticed that a group of four people was following him closely. He tried to lose them as he usually did using his superhuman speed and agility, but to his surprise, they managed to keep up with him.

He decided to confront them and find out what they wanted. He led them to an area near the beach in case he needed to escape.

"Alright, what do you want?" demanded Namor, stopping abruptly and turning to face them.

One of the men, tall and with a scar on his cheek, stepped forward.

"We don't want trouble, Deadpool. We just want to talk"

Namor raised an eyebrow, evaluating the situation.

"Talk quickly"

"You might know us as 'Los 4 Infames'," said the woman in the group, with a cautious smile.

Namor had heard of them, "Los 4 Infames," a criminal group known for stealing valuable items throughout Latin America. They usually stole things only on commission from anonymous clients who paid them huge sums of money.

"We've investigated you... and I must say I admire how you managed to erase any possible information about you," the woman added. 

She and the others knew that Deadpool had some way of going completely unnoticed except when he was fighting illegally since there was literally no information about his past or any record of anything unrelated to his fights or possible connections with some underworld members. 

"We want to offer you a job, one that we need your help with."

"Oh, and why should I help you?" Namor crossed his arms, looking at them intently and preparing for anything that might happen. He had a perfect escape route and doubted that any of the four could follow him into the depths of the ocean where Xebel was.

Another man, of robust build, intervened.

"We've seen your fights. You're strong, resilient, and fast. We need someone like you for a... special job"

"Huh? What kind of job?" Namor asked, although it was obvious to him that it was just another robbery, and he wasn't interested in starting to steal, no matter how much he earned from it.

The woman took out a map and showed it to Namor.

"We want to steal the crown of Queen Bee. She'll be in Buenos Aires tomorrow for some negotiations…"

"And why do you think I should get involved in this?" Namor asked, frowning. He didn't care much about stealing from a dictator like Queen Bee…. he wasn't against it, but still, the whole situation seemed very problematic. Queen Bee had a lot of power.

The man with the scar stepped closer.

"We'll pay you well. Very well. More than a hundred times what you've earned fighting illegally all this time"

Namor kept his expression impassive but his interest piqued slightly. Though he highly doubted they knew the real amount he earned each time he fought, after all, Myra had multiplied their earnings several times over by betting on him.

"Sounds tempting. But why do you need my help specifically?"

The woman sighed.

"The damn guards protecting the crown are quite skilled and strong. We're thieves, not fighters. We need someone who can handle them while we do the... delicate work," she explained. "Besides, you being a renowned thief is even better since we won't have to deal with you making any mistakes"

Ha, Namor was nearly chuckling, if these guys only knew that his specialty was stealing and not fighting...

"And from what we've discovered and seen of you, it won't be very difficult for you to deal with them with your superhuman body," she purred, giving Namor a heated look, who appeared very different due to his pendant that made him look like a muscular man with long dark black hair, dark brown skin, black eyes and high cheekbones.

Namor considered his options for a moment before nodding slowly. He found it interesting... now that Myra was away, this could be quite exciting.

"Alright..."

"Perfect! Let's go over the details of the plan," said the man with the scar.

The woman unfolded a detailed map of the luxury mansion where Queen Bee would be staying.

"Tomorrow, Queen Bee will arrive in Argentina, and the security at the mansion where she's staying won't be that complex or good, which gives us a golden opportunity to steal her crown once she takes it off"

"Hmm… why is she coming to this country?" Namor asked rather intrigued by the dictator's sudden arrival in a place like this.

"Well, it's said to be for negotiating the acquisition of 200 hectares of private land. She'll use that land for her own purposes, probably espionage or covert military activities. The Argentine authorities will have no authority over that land" the man with the scar replied. "Anyway, what matters to us is that she's coming, and it's our opportunity,"

Namor said nothing more and studied the map, nodding slowly.

"How will we get in?"

"We'll enter through the back entrance, which will be less guarded. You'll take care of the main guards while we steal the crown. Time is of the essence. We need you to get us in and then distract them long enough for us to complete the theft," said the woman, pointing to a route.

"And if they call for more reinforcements?" Namor asked, knowing he could handle a few guards but wasn't confident against a large group. Even with his atlantean physique, he couldn't resist for long against armed people.

"Don't worry, we'll take care of preventing that from happening," she replied with a confident smile.

Namor looked at the four, evaluating their expressions.

"Alright... but if many more guards arrive, I'm out"

"Fair enough, deal, Deadpool," the robust man extended his hand.

Namor shook his hand, sealing the deal. As they prepared for tomorrow's coup, Namor couldn't help but feel a mix of thrill and caution. He knew this job would be risky, but the reward would be worth it. Plus it would be his last robbery and time as Deadpool for at least two years.

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The day of the heist dawned with palpable tension in the air. Namor, under his alias Deadpool, met with "Los 4 Infames" in a hideout near the mansion where Queen Bee was staying. The planning had been meticulous and precise, with every detail reviewed at least twice.

"Ready?" asked the woman known as Sol as she adjusted her mask. The others nodded silently, determination reflected on their faces.

Namor observed them all, memorizing their expressions and gestures.

The team moved with agility, entering through the back entrance as planned. Namor led the group, his strength and speed clearing the way through the minor guards. The hallways were silent, except for the echo of their steps and the occasional creak of their tools.

Finally, they reached the room where Queen Bee's crown was guarded. As Sol had mentioned, the main guard, a burly man with a fierce look, was there, vigilant.

Namor had obtained information about this man, and it seemed he was one of Queen Bee's most skilled and trusted guards. Even with his atlantean physique, it wouldn't be easy to deal with someone like him, especially if he had weapons that could hurt him.

Namor advanced, his gaze fixed on the guard, who naturally noticed him instantly. The two faced off while the group of thieves infiltrated the chamber where the crown was guarded by the latest technology.

The fight between the guard and Namor was fierce. Namor used all his advantages: his superior atlantean strength, endurance, and speed, along with the combat techniques he had learned over time.

But the guard had sturdy armor and blades that, while having little effect on Namor's tough skin, still caused some damage that accumulated with each inflicted cut.

Meanwhile, "Los 4 Infames" worked quickly, disabling the security measures around the crown. Minutes seemed to stretch, each second crucial to the plan's success.

"We've got it!" shouted Sol, lifting the shiny golden crown.

Namor, although in the middle of combat, heard the words he was waiting for. With a final powerful blow to the guard's armor, he pushed him away and turned to the group.

"Time to go!" he shouted, and instantly, the five of them fled at high speed from the place while the guard tried to catch up without success due to their supernatural speed.

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Once they managed to escape, the five met in a cabin on the beach, quite far from the mansion.

"Good job, Deadpool," said one of the men, smiling with relief.

Namor approached, breathing heavily but with a calculating look.

"Now, the payment."

Sol nodded, amused, pulling out a bag full of cash.

 "Here it is. As agreed"

Namor took the bag, but instead of stepping back, he moved with a speed he shouldn't have had after an exhausting fight and considering how heavily he was breathing upon arrival.

In the blink of an eye, he disarmed the four thieves, leaving them stunned and disoriented.

"What are you doing?" screamed Sol, surprised and angry.

Namor just smiled coldly, with a hint of amusement.

"Change of plans. The crown is mine," he said, and before they could react, he knocked them out with a strong blow to each.

Then, Namor rushed towards the exit, the crown in one hand and the bag of money in the other. Upon reaching the beach's edge, without stopping, he dove into the water, swimming towards the depths with the grace of a true atlantean.

As he swam away, he felt the cold sea breeze and the satisfaction of having outsmarted everyone. In one hand, he carried his waterproof briefcase full of cash, while in the other, Queen Bee's crown shone, and a broad smile spread across his face.

He had played his own game and won.

Despite his apparent loyalty to the group, deep down, he always had his own plan, one that only he knew and that would put an end to his time as "Deadpool"

Unknown to Namor, just a few moments after he stole the crown from the hands of the 'Los 4 Infames', a whole group of hooded people appeared at the place and found only the four unconscious bodies.

Amongst this group there were two individuals in particular who were extremely pissed at having lost track of Deadpool again, these two were none others than Dante and Gaston who had been following Deadpool's tracks for a while and today they finally thought were going to be able to catch him, but again they failed and all that was left were his four recent companions whom he didn't seem to have any ties to, as they were unconscious at the site.