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After wrapping up the Miami storyline, Brian found himself with a shiny new FBI badge and a government paycheck. Should've felt like a win, right? But watching him sit at that desk, filling out paperwork in a sterile office building, Newell could practically feel the character's soul dying. The guy who lived for the roar of engines and the smell of burning rubber was now stuck in meeting rooms discussing "operational protocols."
"Man, look how miserable he is," Newell muttered to his stream. "This is like watching a wild animal in a cage."
Brian's next assignment dropped soon enough—tracking down a crew using street races as cover for drug smuggling. The kingpin? A South American cartel boss named Baraka who made previous villains look like choir boys.
Then came the gut punch.
Letty showed up at Brian's apartment one night, and she looked rough. Tired. Desperate. The wild confidence he remembered was replaced by something raw and painful.
"Dom left," she said simply. "Took off to keep the heat off me, but I can't... I can't just sit here while he's out there alone."
She had a proposition: She'd go undercover in Baraka's organization, feed Brian intel, help bring down the cartel. In exchange, she wanted Dominic's record cleared. A chance for him to come home.
"Letty, this is dangerous as hell," Brian warned her. "These aren't street racers playing tough. These are killers."
"You think I don't know that?" Her eyes flashed with the old fire. "I can handle myself. Just promise me—promise you'll make this right for Dom."
Brian agreed. What else could he do? He'd seen the love between Letty and Dominic, understood the lengths people went to for family. But as he watched her walk away, something cold settled in his gut.
The next time he saw her, she was dead.
"No fucking way," Newell breathed, controller slack in his hands. "They didn't just—"
The funeral scene was brutal in its simplicity. A small gathering, faces he recognized from the first story. Mia crying quietly. The crew standing together but somehow looking incomplete without their missing pieces. And Brian, standing apart, drowning in guilt.
That's when Dominic appeared.
He materialized from the shadows like a ghost, all barely contained rage and grief. When his eyes met Brian's across the cemetery, Newell felt the tension crackle through the screen.
"Oh shit, here we go," he said, leaning forward.
The confrontation was explosive. Dominic grabbed Brian, slammed him against a gravestone.
"You got her killed!" Dominic's voice was raw. "I left to keep her safe, and you—you put her right in harm's way!"
"I tried to protect her! She wanted to help, Dom. She did it for you!"
The punch came fast, dropping Brian to the ground. But when Dominic pulled back for another, he stopped. Just stood there, fists clenched, breathing hard.
"We're gonna find who did this," Brian said quietly, spitting blood. "Together."
The team-up that followed was everything Newell had hoped for and more. Brian and Dominic, working together but with this undercurrent of tension. They weren't friends anymore—they were allies bound by shared loss and a need for vengeance.
The racing sequences kept escalating. First, infiltrating Baraka's street race where the buy-in was a brick of cocaine instead of cash. The track wound through an active industrial complex, forcing them to dodge forklifts and shipping containers while staying ahead of psychotic cartel drivers who'd rather crash than lose.
Then came the mountain pass chase, Baraka's men pursuing while they tried to protect a witness. Newell white-knuckled through hairpin turns with sheer drops on one side, the camera perfectly capturing the vertigo-inducing height. When an enemy car went over the edge, the long fall and distant explosion made his stomach turn.
"This is insane!" Newell shouted as he powerslid around another corner, bullets sparking off his car's armor. "The difficulty spike is real!"
The climactic sequence involved racing through a massive drug lab as it exploded around them. Flames licking at the car, support beams crashing down, the route constantly changing as structures collapsed. It took Newell four attempts to navigate the chaos, and his hands were literally shaking by the end.
But the real kicker came after they'd won. After Baraka was dead and his organization was in ruins. Brian had kept his promise—he'd submitted the paperwork clearing Dominic's record, citing his crucial help in bringing down an international drug cartel.
The FBI rejected it.
"Are you KIDDING me right now?" Newell yelled at the screen.
He watched, seething, as they arrested Dominic right there in the federal building. No consideration for his help, for Letty's sacrifice, for any of it. Just cold bureaucracy and broken promises.
Brian's face said everything. The betrayal, the rage, the complete loss of faith in the system he'd served. When they led Dominic away in chains, he gave Brian one last look—not anger, just disappointment.
"This is bullshit," Newell ranted to his viewers. "Complete bullshit! I know it's realistic or whatever, but come on! Give us something! This is supposed to be escapism, not a reminder that the system sucks!"
He was about to write a strongly worded post about narrative choices when the scene shifted.
Dominic sat in the prison transport, hands cuffed, staring out the barred window. The camera held on his face—resigned, defeated. Then... engine noise. Growing louder.
Three black cars appeared, moving in perfect formation. And leading them—
"Is that the Charger?!" Newell sat bolt upright. "The one that got wrecked?!"
It was. Dominic's father's car, rebuilt and roaring like it had never been gone. The three cars moved with choreographed precision. One slammed the escort vehicle, sending it spinning. Another T-boned the transport's front end. The Charger came in last, hitting the sweet spot that sent the armored bus rolling.
When the dust settled, Brian stepped out of the Charger. Mia emerged from the second car. The whole crew was there.
Dominic climbed from the overturned transport, a slow smile spreading across his face. The same smile from that sunrise moment when Brian first let him go. Full circle.
"YESSSSS!" Newell jumped up, pumping his fist. "That's what I'm talking about! Screw the system! Family comes first!"
The screen faded to black, leaving him vibrating with adrenaline and desperate for more.
"That's it?" He frantically checked for additional content. "THAT'S IT?! You can't end it there!"
He sat back, trying to process what he'd just experienced. The emotional rollercoaster, the incredible racing sequences, the character development that actually made him invested in these pixelated people. This wasn't just a racing game with cutscenes. This was a legit interactive movie that happened to have some of the best driving mechanics he'd ever played.
Although he knew that Stormwind Studios would definitely continue to update with new storylines in the future, Newell was genuinely impatient. He wanted—no, needed—to see what happened next with Brian, Dominic, and the rest of the crew.
"It's indeed a classic game mode," Newell said to himself. "This summer definitely belongs to Fast and Furious!"
Looking back on his entire experience, the game mode was almost flawless in his opinion. If he had to find fault, it would be nitpicking at best. Of course, he couldn't rule out that some of his subjective emotions were adding extra points to his evaluation.
Beyond the story, the game also included a professional-level car modification and parameter adjustment system. Players could tweak everything from gear ratios to suspension stiffness, allowing one car to be adapted for different race types. The depth was staggering—casual players could stick to presets, but gearheads could spend hours fine-tuning for that perfect setup.
Without wasting time on a formal review video yet, Newell quickly posted on his social media: "This is the most exciting racing game I have ever played. Bar none. No qualifications. No asterisks. The review video is in production. I'll finish it overnight and post it as soon as possible."
After releasing this news, Newell dove back in to experience Dominic's character storyline. After all, to do a proper review, he needed to understand this game from every angle.
Dom's story picked up right where Brian had let him go. The opening threw you straight into a high-speed pursuit, cops everywhere, helicopter searchlight painting targets on the asphalt. After more than ten seconds of white-knuckle cutscene, control transferred to Newell.
His driving skills were solid and he'd chosen easy mode, so he managed to evade the police chase without too much trouble.
What followed was a brief cutscene explaining how Dominic and Letty, with help from friends, escaped across the border and eventually arrived in the Dominican Republic, starting their racing journey in a foreign land.
Dominic's story abroad was equally thrilling. He raced against local crews, dominated the scene, earned his first real money, and won over the local racing community with sheer charisma and skill.
He built a new crew including Han, a Chinese-American with a philosophical outlook, and locals like Tego who brought their own flavor to the team. Together they rebuilt Dominic's family and took on the local cartel that was bleeding the community dry.
The heist missions were intense. Multiple times they hijacked the cartel's smuggling trucks, each job more dangerous than the last. The difficulty ramped up significantly with each mission.
The gas tanker heist in particular was brutal. Even on easy mode, Newell failed twice before succeeding, and this was supposed to be the simple difficulty!
Under Dominic's leadership, the crew established themselves locally and made serious money. But the FBI never stopped hunting. As Dom's reputation grew, federal heat followed. To protect Letty, Dominic left all his money with her and disappeared without goodbye, fleeing to yet another small country where he kept a low profile in the underground racing scene.
Until that phone call from Mia about Letty's death. He smuggled himself back into the country, and the storyline merged with Brian's—the quest for vengeance against Baraka and uncovering the truth about Letty's murder.
The rest played out similarly, though playing as different characters meant different detailed missions and unique challenges, creating a fresh experience despite the shared narrative.
Afterward, Newell replayed Brian's story, but this time chose to arrest Dominic. The narrative split dramatically, launching an entirely different storyline.
Brian earned his promotion and commendation, but the victory was hollow. Watching Dominic take all the charges to protect his crew, remembering his words "I never want to go back to prison," the guilt was palpable even through the screen.
With Dominic imprisoned, Brian received a new assignment: capture the legendary car thief Memphis, described as "Gone in 60 Seconds"—if he targeted your car, both vehicle and thief would vanish within a minute.
This master thief had been retired for years but recently returned to the game. Regular cops couldn't touch him, so they called in Brian, equipping him with even more exotic machinery.
To gather intel on Memphis, Brian tried reconnecting with Dominic's old crew in LA, but they wanted nothing to do with the cop who'd betrayed their leader.
Desperate, Brian visited Dominic in prison. Surprisingly, Dom knew Memphis and suggested the comeback must involve family—probably his brother. He even pointed Brian toward useful leads.
Brian pushed to get Dominic released to help with the case, but his bosses shut that down hard.
Following Dom's tips, Brian discovered the truth: Memphis's brother Kip had stolen from the wrong people—a violent Armenian gang. Now Memphis had to deliver fifty specific luxury cars or watch his brother die.
This plot thread was equally gripping, especially since the fifty cars Memphis needed to steal represented virtually every dream machine in the game. Half of these vehicles hadn't even been shown in marketing materials. Each car came with detailed specs and history, turning the theft list into a automotive museum tour.
The storyline even explained how Brian had previously arrested his friend Roman—filling in backstory gaps while adding emotional weight.
Throughout the arc, Brian and Memphis engaged in multiple high-speed duels across the city. Memphis's experience showed—while Brian had raw speed, Memphis knew every shortcut, every blind spot, every impossible gap a car could thread. The urban chases were masterclasses in technical driving, with vehicle damage affecting performance and city traffic creating dynamic obstacles.
Memphis's AI was genuinely impressive. He'd use construction sites, parking garages, even subway entrances to evade pursuit. Newell failed numerous times before finally cornering him.
The climax presented another choice: arrest Memphis or help save his brother?
The branching storylines and moral choices made this more than just a racing game. Every decision created ripple effects, every path revealed new perspectives on these characters. Stormwind Studios had created something special—a game where the story mattered as much as the speed.
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