Jax slammed his foot down, watching the boost meter surge as he grazed the paint of a passing sedan. He locked eyes with a matte-black muscle car through the rearview—the guy who’d put him into a bridge pillar in the last lap. Adrenaline spiked.
The engine roared, drowning out the pop-punk riffs of "Lazy Generation" as Jax gripped the wheel of his modified Custom Sports. Ahead, five rivals streaked across the asphalt, their taillights blurring into streaks of neon. This wasn’t just a race; it was Road Rage . Burnout 3: Takedown
As his screen reset and his car materialized back on the grid, Jax could almost hear DJ Stryker’s voice over the radio. He had the boost, he had the revenge, and the finish line was just one more crash away. Jax slammed his foot down, watching the boost