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"Suspect is armed with Shockwave tech," Zephyr warned, too late.

Because in Redview County, the only thing more addicting than the law was the fall from it. And tonight, I wanted to see how fast I had to go to finally feel something real.

I pulled over. The rain washed the soot from my windshield. I looked at the burning wreck in my rearview mirror. No driver got out. No driver ever did. They just despawned, their points banked, their car a husk until they respawned back at their own hideout, angrier than before. PC - Need for Speed Rivals

I tapped my right bumper. ESF—Electro-Static Field.

"Suspect eliminated. Heat level reduced to zero," Zephyr announced. "Return to garage." "Suspect is armed with Shockwave tech," Zephyr warned,

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.

Tonight, the objective was simple: Intercept a hypercar known as “The Ghost.” Rumor said its driver was a former cop who’d snapped. He didn't race for money. He raced to erase his own heat signature. Every mile he drove, he vanished a little more. I pulled over

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.