Mexico City, Guadalupe Island.
Two hours after receiving a call from his older brother, Felix Gonzalez was already standing on the runway of the military airport on Guadalupe Island.
His face showed none of the frivolity typical of his age, only a composure and ruthlessness beyond his years.
He was indeed a promising talent; otherwise, Victor wouldn't have placed him in the position of mayor of Guadalupe Island.
A Black Hawk helicopter belonging to the Navy Air Force had already started to rotate its blades slowly, stirring the humid sea breeze.
He didn't bring many attendants, just two absolutely reliable and agile personal guards selected from the island's security forces.
According to his rank, he was not supposed to have guards, but his brother was one of the principles.
Sometimes, in the world, it really depends on your background.
Before boarding, he took one last look at the island, which had gradually prospered under his governance.
