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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 cold night air burned in X's lungs as they sprinted through the alleyways, Widow's presence still lingering in his mind.

She wasn't just another assassin. She was bait.

They weren't running. They were being led.

Raven kept pace beside him, breathing heavily. "Tell me you have a plan."

X's mind was racing. No weapons, low ammo, a sniper on overwatch, and an elite assassin hunting them.

Kessler, gasping for air, barely kept up. "We—can't—outrun them."

Ahead, the alley split into two paths. Left or right.

A small red light blinking on the wall.

Raven saw it too. "Damn it. We're already tagged."

Kessler's face went pale. "They're herding us like animals."

X clenched his jaw. He had two options.

1. Keep running—and fall deeper into their trap.

2. Turn the tables—and fight back.

His eyes darkened. "We stop running."

Kessler panicked. "No, no, no—bad idea! We'll die!"

X ignored him. They needed to change the game.

X grabbed a rusted metal rod from the ground. It wasn't much, but it would do.

"We take the right alley," he said. "Find cover. Set a trap."

Kessler, however, was shaking. "I—I'm not a fighter."

X stared at him. "Then don't get in the way."

Kessler swallowed hard but nodded.

The plan was simple: make it look like they were still running—then strike first.

They darted down the right alley and quickly took cover behind an old, abandoned delivery truck.

She moved like a shadow, stepping into the alley with effortless grace.

X's grip tightened around the metal rod.

"I was expecting more from you, X."

He burst from cover, swinging the rod—

Widow dodged effortlessly, bending backward like a gymnast.

Her foot snapped up, slamming into X's ribs.

He twisted, bringing the rod around—

Widow's eyes widened—just as Raven fired.

Widow dodged, but the bullet grazed her shoulder.

A flicker of annoyance crossed her face. "Clever."

X lunged. This time, she wasn't ready.

Widow staggered back, shaking her head.

For the first time—she looked irritated.

Widow touched her bleeding shoulder and sighed.

Then—she pressed a button on her wrist.

A distant beeping sound echoed through the alley.

Widow smiled. "You should start running again."

A fireball erupted in the alley, the shockwave slamming into them.

X hit the ground hard, ears ringing.

Smoke filled the air. Widow was gone.

Raven groaned, pushing herself up. "She's really starting to piss me off."

Kessler coughed, eyes wide with terror. "She could've killed us!"

X wiped blood from his lip. "She didn't want to."

And that meant—Echelon wasn't done with them yet.

Into the Trap