In the world where shadows kill shadows, one name makes even the most hardened operatives hesitate: Axel Monk.

They call him the Freelancer—not because he works alone, but because no one survives when he’s hired. Clean kills. No noise. No second chances. At $10 million a mission, he’s the last call you make before the world burns—and The Conglomerate has him on speed dial.

Tall. Scarred. Ice-blue eyes that miss nothing. Axel doesn’t move—he stalks. Every motion has purpose. Every scar has a story. He waits. Watches. Then strikes with the surgical precision of a machine and the instincts of a predator.

He speaks eight languages like he was born in each one. Fights like he invented Krav Maga. Disappears into cities, jungles, deserts. Breaks into places that don’t exist on maps. And if he’s on your trail, it’s already over.

His kill count? Classified. But stories still leak:

• A NATO officer pulled from deep cover in Kabul.

• A nuclear warhead disarmed in Moscow—four seconds before detonation.

• Fifty-plus missions, all off-book. All successful. No footprints.

But it’s not the body count that defines Monk—it’s the code.

He doesn’t kill for chaos. He doesn’t improvise morality. He follows rules. His rules. Unbreakable. Unflinching. In a world full of monsters, Monk might be the worst of them—but he’s the only one who knows he is.

You don’t hire Axel Monk to win a fight.

You hire him to end the war.