Bolopatch Just Cause 2 | [portable]

General Sastro’s convoy was a fortress on wheels. Four APCs, two attack choppers, and a limousine so armored it probably had its own gravitational field. The only way in was to make a hole. And Rico’s favorite way to make a hole was to turn one of their own vehicles into a high-speed, low-drag battering ram.

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He had a choice. Cut the line, fall into the ravine, and watch the general escape. Or do something stupid. General Sastro’s convoy was a fortress on wheels

With of air left, he reeled himself up the cable hand-over-fist, ignoring the burn in his arms and the cartoonish wheeze coming from his own throat. He slammed against the limo’s trunk, gasping. The red light on his wrist flickered, then died. OXYGEN: 0. The screen flashed CRITICAL . And Rico’s favorite way to make a hole

Rico ignored it. He always ignored it. The warnings were for people who played by the rules.

The limo crashed into a fuel depot thirty seconds later. Rico walked away from the explosion, not looking back, because looking back at explosions was for action heroes with worse insurance plans. His wrist device hummed quietly, already forgetting the suffocation, the panic, the sheer absurdity of a world where dragging a man behind a plane was fine—but holding onto a bumper was a death sentence.