I was back. The Ferrari, pristine. The clock, reset. The chase, continuing as if the fiery death had never happened. That was the cruelty of Rivals . You never really lost. You just tried again. And again. And again.
"Zephyr, box him in," I muttered into my headset. PC - Need for Speed Rivals
The Ghost saw the roadblock—a wall of white Crown Victorias with flashing blues. He didn't brake. He juked . A flick of the wheel, a tap of the e-brake, and the Koenigsegg pirouetted through a gap the width of a coffin. One cop car exploded into a fireball. Shrapnel pinged off my hood. I was back
I tapped my right bumper. ESF—Electro-Static Field. The chase, continuing as if the fiery death
My garage door hissed open, a breath of cold air and burnt rubber. The Ferrari LaFerrari sat there, a red wound against the concrete grey. This was Redview County. On one side of the law, you had Zephyr, the AI voice that never slept, guiding cops like me. On the other, you had the Outlaws, chasing speed as if it could outrun their own decay.
A blue ring of electricity burst from the back of the Koenigsegg. My steering wheel seized. The Ferrari fish-tailed, slammed into a granite outcrop, and barrel-rolled three times. The screen went black for a heartbeat.
I slammed the nitrous. The world stretched. Trees became green smears; guardrails, silver blurs. 150. 180. 210 mph. The rain turned to needles against my windshield.