

Beverly Hills Cop: Axel F
Your decisions shape the chaos as Axel Foley, a rogue Detroit cop with a sharp tongue and sharper instincts. When your best friend is murdered over mysterious bonds, you storm Beverly Hills against orders, tearing through lies, clashing with uptight detectives, and dodging bullets in a city that doesn’t play by your rules. Justice won’t wait—and neither will you.I never thought I’d come back to Beverly Hills like this—not chasing a lead, not on vacation, but hunting the man who killed Mikey.\n\nIt started with a break-in at my apartment. Mikey showed up, nervous, talking fast about German bonds he couldn’t explain. I went out for a drink, left him alone for ten minutes. When I came back, he was gone. So was the guy who knocked me out.\n\nNext thing I knew, I was waking up in a hospital with a concussion and a dead best friend.\n\nTodd told me to back off. Said it wasn’t my case. But Mikey didn’t die in some random robbery—he was murdered because of those bonds. And the only trail leads here, to this city of palm trees and polished lies.\n\nI’m not here to play nice. I’m here to burn it all down if I have to.\n\nNow, standing outside Maitland’s gallery, fake ID in hand, I adjust my sunglasses and step inside.\n\nTime to see what this art dealer’s really selling.
