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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

The underground lab shook from the explosion behind them, but X had no time to focus on the destruction.

The enhanced assassin moved like a phantom, his speed and precision far beyond anything X had ever faced.

X barely had time to raise the metal pipe before Z struck.

A blindingly fast punch cracked into X's ribs, followed by a knee to the gut.

Pain shot through him. Ribs fractured. Breath stolen.

He gritted his teeth and swung the pipe.

Z dodged effortlessly, twisting around and delivering a brutal kick to X's shoulder.

X hit the ground hard, his vision swimming.

From the corner of his eye, he saw Raven struggling to get up, her pistol still clutched in her hands.

Kessler was on the floor, groaning, his broken arm hanging uselessly.

Z took a step forward, his visor reflecting the flickering flames of the burning lab.

X coughed, wiping blood from his mouth. "You're fast."

Z tilted his head. Silent. Unshaken.

X forced himself up. His body screamed in protest.

X took a step back, subtly adjusting his grip on the pipe.

Z moved forward again, faster than the eye could track.

Instead of trying to block, X dropped to the ground, sweeping the pipe at Z's legs.

X sprang up, using the momentum to drive the pipe into Z's visor.

The reinforced glass fractured, spiderwebbing across the surface.

Z recoiled, disoriented for a fraction of a second.

Three shots—not to the chest, but the exposed joints of Z's armor.

One bullet tore into his shoulder.

He grabbed a shattered piece of rebar from the debris and drove it into Z's side.

The assassin let out a sharp, inhuman grunt.

X grabbed Raven's arm and yanked her toward the exit. "Move!"

Z was injured but not out. Even as he staggered, his body was already adapting.

He wasn't just enhanced. He was something else.

X shoved Kessler forward. "Where's the tunnel?"

The scientist, still clutching his broken arm, gasped, "This way!"

They sprinted toward a reinforced door at the far end of the chamber.

Behind them, Z pulled the rebar from his side and stood.

His visor was cracked, but his stare was still deadly.

He took a step forward—then stopped.

X didn't need to hear it to know what it meant.

And next time, he wouldn't hold back.

X turned and disappeared into the tunnel.

The Prototype vs. The Perfection