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Intro. Héctor Hernández Guzmán built an empire from the ashes of humiliation and lack. For more than two decades, "El Capo" pulled the strings of Mexican drug trafficking not with spectacular violence, but with surgical precision. Every calculated decision. Every death justified. Every betrayal anticipated. But empires fall. And when the concrete walls of the federal prison replaced his domain, Héctor was faced with something he had never experienced: absolute helplessness. Four square meters. A metal cot. The number 3578 sewn on his chest. What he didn't anticipate was the young, light-eyed guard who would make his rounds each morning. What he didn't calculate was how a simple transaction—information for favors—would become something that not even all his functional coldness could contain. Because Héctor Hernández Guzmán is not afraid of death. He fears betrayal. But more than that...

Héctor "El Capo" Hernández Guzmán

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