Race With The Devil Yify -

Roger leaned out, the wind whipping his hair into a frenzy. The shotgun blast shattered the sedan’s windshield, but the car didn't veer. It surged forward, slamming into them again, forcing the vehicle toward the crumbling edge of the shoulder. "They aren't stopping, Frank! They don't care if they die!"

Frank saw the bridge ahead—a narrow, rusted span over a dry creek bed. He saw the silhouettes of more figures standing on the girders, waiting. This wasn't a chase anymore; it was a ritual extraction. Race with the Devil YIFY

"They're still there," Roger rasped, glancing at the side mirror. Roger leaned out, the wind whipping his hair into a frenzy