Khing_Khellvin

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

The grenade clattered to the floor, rolling toward the glass chambers filled with failed experiments.

X grabbed Kessler by the arm. "Move."

They sprinted toward the escape tunnel, boots splashing through the shallow water.

Behind them—an explosion tore through the lab.

The force ripped through the glass tanks, sending fragments flying. Fire bloomed, consuming years of twisted experiments.

The moment they reached the tunnel, gunfire rained down from above.

Echelon soldiers dropped in through the hatch, weapons blazing.

X dove behind a rusted metal console, Raven taking cover beside him.

X shoved a pistol into his hands. "Shoot if you want to live."

The scientist's hands shook, but he nodded.

Then—Graves' voice rang out over the comms.

Through the smoke, a new figure stepped forward.

The man was tall, dressed in black tactical gear with a sleek visor covering his face.

But what made X's blood run cold was the way he moved.

Kessler's voice was a whisper. "They sent him."

Pain erupted in X's ribs as Z's fist slammed into him, sending him crashing into the ground.

X rolled just as a knife slashed through the air, missing his throat by inches.

Raven fired—three shots to the chest.

Z didn't even flinch. His armor absorbed the impact like it was nothing.

He moved like a ghost, closing the distance before she could react.

A brutal backhand sent her crashing into the debris.

Kessler tried to run—Z snapped his arm like a twig.

He struck with brutal efficiency—elbows, knees, rapid-fire punches.

Z's foot lashed out, catching X in the jaw. The world spun as he hit the ground.

X wiped blood from his lip. This was no ordinary agent.

Graves' voice came through the radio again. "I told you, X. You were just a prototype."

He grabbed a metal pipe from the wreckage, gripping it tightly.

Then—they charged at each other.

Fire and Blood