Madness Combat Agent Novels & Stories

After a quick analysis, he felt he was no match for James and Mekaisto right now. Meanwhile, Mekaisto launched another attack. He held the Demonic Compass in his hand and continuously attacked James. The Demonic Compass was very strange. Not only could it devour everything, but it could also cast confinement skills. Faced with the terrifying Demonic Compass, James used the Boundless Pagoda to defend.

Kyle shifted uncomfortably for what he must say next. “We need to take a rarely used, dicey, tactic: Double Blind Strikes. For this I need all of you to remember not all intel will be shared, a basic plan will be in place, but as things change out there, you cannot contact each other. Animikii’s wolves can sense you. I’m getting ahead of myself here. I have decided that I require Aries, Scythe, Dove, Troy, and Briar. If your name hasn’t been called, can you give us the room?” Kyle asked, bowing. After those not invited left the room, there was no holding anything back now.

He was certain that there was screaming all around him, but he couldn't hear it over the roar in his ears. He'd finally managed to end this stupid battle. He was the undisputed God of Chaos now. Jinx could feel it in his bones, right down in his soul. The power was flowing out of Agent's body as quickly as the blood that was pooling under both their paws. "The kits..." Jinx's enemy was croaking out a few last words. "Are they safe?"

The first confrontation was not physical but psychological, a battle of influence, anticipation, and ethical positioning. Madison scaled a rooftop, manipulating shadows and light to shape perception. Stepbrother guided the central flow, ensuring our moves remained anticipatory rather than reactive. Ian applied pressure along the flank, nudging adversaries toward misjudgment without direct aggression. I orchestrated rhythm, timing every movement and communication to maximize coordination while minimizing unnecessary harm.

Everything was left in dust and burning soils. "...Sir, what is that?..". (Alehandro) Even though what just happened was real, for the three of them, the sheer power of destruction has made them questioned their sanity. "That is an AGM-New type Magic Maverick…a new type of weapon release by our R&D Department…also apart of the Military top-secret research [Project Angel]… Quite a good right?..". It's actually an improved AGM-65 Maverick, enhanced by enchantment magic in the R&D department. Actually, I thought the effect might not be that effective, but surprisingly, the effect was in fact more deadly than I have predicted.

Agent Vernon chuckled. “She was a good fighter,” Agent Jane said while trying to stop herself from giggling. “They said she had quick hands and she could usually put down her opponent in just a few seconds. She was a vicious fighter. They called her The Gunmetal Mama. Sometimes she would come out holding a gun that wasn’t loaded. Every time she’d come out to fight, they would play music by her favorite rapper, Tupac Shakur,” Agent Jane explained through her giggling.

And now, there was a problem that needed to be solved immediately. His gaze grew sharper. His teeth gritted, his right hand clenched tightly. He didn't open his mouth at all, making his cold face look even more fierce and charismatic. Robert. The mad scientist who created the mind control chipset was truly dangerous, and now he was planning to sell his creation to the equally insane Blood mafia group. “Fuck! This cannot be allowed.” Jeff had decided on his goal. He would take part in the battle for the mind control chipset. He had to get it.

His skin turns a ghastly shade, and his movements become more violent. "We need a medic in here, now!" another voice commanded over the speaker. But it's too late. The convulsions reached a peak, and then his body went limp, the fumes dissipating. He was gone. I stared at him, stunned, my mind racing. "Dammit," I muttered, stepping back and running a hand through my hair. "Whoever sent him was playing a deeper game.” The door to the interrogation room bursted open, and a team of agents rushed in, one of them carrying a medical kit. Sarah, one of our agents, looked at me with a mixture of concern and determination.

“Those damned elders! Those Alpha leaders I despise! And that Caesar who always protects you!! They all deserve to die!” Hommes's voice grew into a feral roar, like a crazed wolf howling at the moon. No one knew why he had accumulated so much fury, but now it poured out of him like a raging storm, completely unrestrained. The one-eyed general and his soldiers watched in silence, while Lyle looked uneasy. No one noticed me. My fingers were bloodied from the small iron shard I was using to saw through the ropes, but I kept working, quietly and steadily, knowing Carlos was buying me time.

About one month passed by. One day Madarshi suudenly out of the blue told me, “Brother, let’s go.” I asked him where to and he replied, “We’re going to Japan to carry out our first mission as devils. And our target, it’s the ‘agent scum’ of Japan.” Then I remembered about the agent scum. Mr. Jihad gave that name to those who took orders from any of the five great nations and carry out that order. No one knows the identity of the ‘agent scum’ and because of them a lot of innocents died in the World War III and people are still suffering. Madarashi had recognized them as his first enemies for elimination. But then I asked how he will find out the identity of that agent scum and in reply he sai