This is the Just Cause lifestyle. Now that you’re a CIA ultra-desperado, scenes like that are just little ditties to pass the time.
Basically, you’re a steroid-charged Latin stunt-man, you’ve got equipment that would make Inspector Gadget orgasm on sight, you’ve got a stockpile of arms from America‘s closet, and you’re unleashed on an enormous 20 square-mile open-world playground of sadistic funk.
This playground is San Esperito, a mountainous third-world jungle torn into a patchwork of militia territories. The militias are forever at war with each other in a nationwide power struggle, and your gringo commanders have sent you here to neutralize the threat from this unstable backwater. So naturally, you’ll be blowing stuff up.
