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Aged four, Antón was dumped in the backstreets of San Fernando,
Venezuela, by his foster mother Rafaela Guillermo. Just widowed and
too poor to feed him, she left the boy with a label round his neck
saying ‘I am Antón, please help me’. No one helped Antón. But with
steely determination he clawed his way out of the abject slum-land
squalor.
By age 16, he’d taught himself to read and burned with an ambition
to enter the field of medicine. Taking menial jobs in hospitals,
Antón avariciously soaked up medical knowledge, in particular organ
transplant techniques. Now a consummate expert and re-born, he
conned his way into the profession as the illustrious Dr Alphonse
Montenegro.
For a while he honoured the Hippocratic Oath. But crazed for
wealth, he was soon pillaging organs from the bodies of trusting
humble folk leaving their lives devastated, while callously selling
their parts to mega-rich but sickly clients. What had gone round for
this evil charlatan would soon come round - his nemesis
only a scalpel-cut away! |
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