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But F8 was relentless. He called in a . The roar of the rotors drowned out the scream of the engines as the bird overhead dropped a Spike Strip right in Zephyr's path. With a hiss of Nitrous , Zephyr boosted, threading the needle between the spikes and a civilian SUV.

"Target spotted," F8’s voice cut through the static. "Engaging pursuit."

The sun was sinking fast over , painting the coastal highway in a bruised purple light. For Zephyr, behind the wheel of a matte-black Koenigsegg Agera R , the scenery was just a blur at 230 mph. In the world of Need for Speed Rivals , the road wasn't just asphalt; it was a battlefield.


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