2 Free — Bolopatch Just Cause

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

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. bolopatch just cause 2

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. He fired his grappling hook

The Bolopatch on his left wrist lit up with a sharp, angry red light. Rico’s vision started to blur at the edges