Bolopatch Just Cause 2 -

He fired his grappling hook. The line snagged the limo’s rear bumper with a metallic clink . And then he was flying.

Rico Rodriguez had done the math. It was bad math, the kind that involved a fraying cable, a Panauan military jeep, and a general who weighed as much as a small buffalo.

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. bolopatch just cause 2

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

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. He fired his grappling hook

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

Perfect.

He lit a grappling hook into the sky and soared away.