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In a world where shadows hold more power than governments, Agent X is the deadliest weapon ever created. Genetically enhanced and trained from childhood, he is the perfect assassin—silent, precise, and untraceable. Working under the clandestine organization Echelon, Agent X executes high-profile targets with surgical efficiency, never questioning his orders.

But when a mission goes wrong and secrets about his past begin to surface, X uncovers a chilling truth: he was never meant to survive. Betrayed by the very organization that created him, he becomes their most wanted target. Now a rogue agent on the run, X must outsmart his former handlers, expose the conspiracy behind his existence, and decide who he truly is—a weapon of destruction or a man seeking redemption.

With government agencies, mercenary killers, and Echelon’s elite enforcers hunting him down, Agent X must rely on his skills, instincts, and a few unlikely allies to bring down the system that built him… before it erases him forever.

Hitman: Agent X

X's grip tightened around his pistol. Commander Graves. The voice alone brought back memories—painful ones.

The radio crackled again. "Agent X, we both know you're outnumbered. Surrender, and I promise this will end painlessly."

Raven shot X a look. "Is he serious?"

X didn't answer. He knew Graves well. The man never made promises he intended to keep.

X raised the radio to his mouth. "Graves. You still cleaning up Echelon's mess?"

A low chuckle came through. "Always." A pause. "But you were my best asset. You don't have to die here."

X's mind raced. They needed time. If he could keep Graves talking, maybe they could find a way out.

X leaned against the rusted tunnel wall, keeping his voice calm. "If you wanted me alive, you wouldn't have sent a kill squad."

Graves sighed. "You know how this works. If you won't cooperate, I have to neutralize you. But I'd rather have you back in the fold."

X smirked. "You mean back under Echelon's leash?"

Silence. Then—Graves' tone hardened.

"You were designed for this, X. You can't run from what you are."

Raven whispered, "We need a way out. Fast."

X scanned the tunnel again. The locked gate. The ventilation shaft above.

A small, rusted grate near the ceiling. Narrow, but big enough to squeeze through.

X tapped Raven's arm and pointed. She nodded in understanding.

X spoke into the radio. "Tell me, Graves. What's the bounty on my head now?"

As Graves responded, X quietly lifted Raven toward the vent. She gripped the edges and pulled herself up. Silent. Precise.

Graves kept talking. "Let's just say you've made a lot of enemies."

X smirked. "Then why do you sound so nervous?"

Another pause. Then—Graves laughed.

"Because I know you, X. And I know you're up to something."

Before X could reply—gunfire erupted.

The mercenaries opened fire, bullets shredding the tunnel walls. X dove for cover, returning fire with calculated shots.

Raven ripped the vent cover off and crawled inside.

X fired two more shots—then jumped, gripping the vent's edge. He pulled himself up just as bullets ripped through the spot where he stood.

The mercenaries stormed forward—but they were too late.

X and Raven crawled through the vent, deeper into the underground.

Behind them, Graves' voice echoed over the radio. "Run all you want, X. I will find you."

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