I hovered over COPS . Then I moved the cursor.
I turned off the engine. The only sounds were the rain and the distant wail of another siren starting a fresh pursuit down on the coast highway.
And I switched sides.
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.
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. PC - Need for Speed Rivals
The rain on the Pacific Coast Highway didn’t wash away mistakes. It just made them shine.
On my PC, the menu screen glowed. Two options: COPS or RACERS . I hovered over COPS
The explosion was silent behind my window. Just a flash of orange and a heat-bloom on my screen.
I hit the gas. The Ferrari screamed—a high, Italian wail that flattened into a turbocharged roar. My HUD flickered: PURSUIT MODE ENGAGED. The road was a black mirror. Speed was the only language the road understood. The only sounds were the rain and the
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.
"Deploying roadblock at Grid 7," the AI chirped, emotionless.