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 underground station suddenly felt smaller.

X's grip tightened around the phone as he reread Graves' message.

"You can run, but you can't hide."

That meant one thing—Z was coming.

X turned sharply to Raven. "We need to move. Now."

She was already strapping her gear back on. "How much time do we have?"

Kessler swallowed hard. "If they've already pinged my location… maybe five minutes."

X's mind worked fast. No way they could outrun Z underground.

They had two choices—run and risk being hunted down in the open streets, or fight now while they still had control of the terrain.

X scanned their surroundings. The old subway cars, the broken-down escalators, the collapsed tunnel entrance on the far side.

He pointed at the platform edge. "We use the tunnels to bottleneck him."

Raven smirked. "Ambush him in close quarters. I like it."

Kessler, still cradling his broken arm, looked terrified. "You can't be serious! Z is designed to adapt to any situation—"

X ignored him. "Raven, take the high ground. Kessler, get to cover and stay out of the way."

The scientist hesitated, then obeyed.

X checked his weapons—two silenced pistols, a combat knife, and one last flash grenade.

It wasn't much, but it had to be enough.

Slow. Controlled. Coming from the tunnel.

X and Raven took cover behind the remains of an overturned subway car.

The flickering emergency lights barely illuminated the darkness, casting long, distorted shadows.

He stepped onto the platform without a sound.

His armor was still stained with blood from their last fight. The cracks in his visor had been repaired.

He was a machine built for one purpose.

His head turned slightly. Scanning. Calculating.

His voice was calm. Cold. Inevitable.

A flick of his wrist—the flash grenade soared through the air.

Light erupted, white-hot and blinding.

Raven fired—three perfect shots aimed at Z's exposed joints.

Even blinded, Z twisted mid-air, dodging the bullets with inhuman reflexes.

X barely had time to react before a hand closed around his throat.

Z slammed X into the concrete wall.

X gasped, struggling for breath—Z's grip was like iron.

Through his cracked vision, X saw Raven charging in, knife drawn.

Z whipped around, catching her wrist in midair.

Raven let out a cry of pain as Z disarmed her effortlessly.

Z turned back to X. "You were the prototype. I am the future."

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