Cause 2 - Bolopatch Just

Rico sighed. The game’s stupid rule. You could tether a man to a jet and drag him across three islands, but if you tried to hitch a ride on a speeding limo, the universe decided you were suffocating. The logic? There was none. Just the cold, arbitrary law of Panauan physics: Drag is death.

He lit a grappling hook into the sky and soared away. bolopatch just cause 2

Rico’s vision started to blur at the edges. He hated this part. Not the danger—danger was his business partner. It was the indignity. He was the Scorpion, the agent of chaos who had toppled a dozen dictators. And yet here he was, being choked by a video game mechanic because he wanted a free ride. Rico sighed

He smashed the rear window, crawled through the shattered glass, and landed in the lap of General Sastro, who was mid-sip from a champagne flute. The general’s monocle popped off in surprise. The logic

“Me,” Rico agreed, and tapped the Bolopatch on his wrist. It beeped happily.

The wind roared past him as his boots skipped across the asphalt. He was being towed like a waterskier without the water, or the skis, or any sense of self-preservation. The timer on his wrist ticked down: