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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. bolopatch just cause 2

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. Rico ignored it

He grappled onto the rear APC as it rounded a coastal hairpin. A quick thwip of his parachute, a mid-air reel, and he was on the roof, prying the hatch open with a crowbar born of pure disrespect for private property. The driver didn’t even have time to scream. Rico yanked him out, tossed him into the jungle canopy like a used candy wrapper, and took the wheel. General Sastro’s convoy was a fortress on wheels

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: