American Tax Officer

Meanwhile, high above Los Angeles at an altitude of tens of thousands of meters, the members of the Camora family looked down at the contour of the city below, filled with sighs and laments.

This was the territory they had worked so hard to establish, and they had thought that after successfully laundering their operations, no one in Los Angeles would be able to touch them again.

But who could have anticipated such sudden and drastic changes in the situation? The IRS had passed a black tax law, and then David had been transferred to Los Angeles, and now their family had been reduced to a desperate escape.

All of this was both frustrating and helpless for them.

"What... what is that!"

Victoria was still staring out of the window lost in thought when suddenly, a fast-moving black object outside made her eyes widen in shock.

Alerted by her exclamation, the rest of the family crowded by the window to take a closer look.

It wasn't long before Bowersen identified the clue, cursing in shock, "Fuck, that's a fighter jet, and not just any, it's America's top-of-the-line F-22!"

"What, why is a fighter jet approaching us?"

"Such an advanced jet coming close to us, could it be they're here to intercept?"

"That can't be right, that can't be right."

"Fuck, I see one on my side too!"

While many in the Camora family were still paying attention to the situation on Victoria's side, suddenly a family member on the right yelled out.

This forced Bowersen and the others to hustle over and check, and true enough, there was another fighter jet on the other side of the plane.

Two fighter jets, one on the left and one on the right as if trying to enclose them.

"Damn it, that's an F-35, America's top fifth-generation fighter. How could this be..."

The appearance of two state-of-the-art jets was definitely not a coincidence, and the members of the Camora family suddenly felt a suffocating panic rise within them.

"Could this be... sent by the IRS?"

"Impossible, how could the IRS have access to these core military jets?!"

"Nothing's impossible, remember when David led an armed force into the Indian Tribe in Nevada? They deployed a variety of jets then, and if Nevada has them, how could we in California not, it's our oversight!"

"Yeah, it's rumored that the IRS has the most advanced and finest weapons and equipment in America, so it's not strange for them to own these two models of jets!"

The members of the Camora family were ashen-faced at this point.

They thought they could breathe a sigh of relief after getting on the plane, but they had overlooked something—they were still within America's borders, and the IRS's arsenal included various types of fighter jets, so where could they possibly run to?

"Mr. Rickel, it's the IRS's jets, they're ordering us to return to the airport!"

While the Camora family members were in a state of shock, the door to the aircraft's cockpit opened and the worried co-pilot rushed out.

"We can't go back, if we do, we're finished!"

"Exactly, we absolutely can't go back. The fact that the IRS has dispatched fighter jets to intercept us makes it clear, David's determined to get us and going back means we're definitely in for trouble!"

The many members of the Camora family were utterly panicked; the dispatching of fighter jets meant the incident would surely cause an uproar throughout America.

And it's important to remember the last time the IRS went to such great lengths was to take on the Indian Tribe, and everyone knows the outcome of that tribe.

And now it was their turn, so could their end be any better?

"Ta-ta-ta-ta..."

As chaos reigned in the cockpit, the sound of bullets whizzing past caused everyone to duck and cover.

"Mr. Rickel, the pilot of the IRS's fighter jet has relayed a message, if we don't comply, they will shoot us down, and then we're dead for sure!"

Rickel's eyes were bloodshot as he bellowed, "This is a civilian airliner, they wouldn't dare!"

"Mr. Rickel, the IRS doesn't shy away from anything, and this is under the direct orders of Director David, you know how ruthless he is. Right now they're only firing warning shots, but if we don't comply, the next rounds might hit us."

Upon hearing David's name, Rickel was at a loss for words.

The man was not only unafraid to challenge high-profile figures like the police commissioner and the mayor, he even led an armed force into Indian lands, and they were merely criminals masquerading as socialites; indeed, there was nothing he wouldn't dare to do.

"Big brother, I think we should go back, otherwise, David might actually order them to shoot us down..."

Victoria was trembling as she spoke.

Going back meant possibly going to jail, but showing some cooperation in front of David, paying a hefty fine, there might still be a chance for release in the future.

After all, it's better to live on desperately than to die from being shot down.

Rickel's expression was grim with anger.
Experience more on empire

But before he could even speak, the pilot in the cockpit seemed unable to take it anymore and, without waiting for an agreement, chose to turn the plane around.

Although the members of the Camora family were unwilling, under the threat of being shot down, they ultimately clenched their teeth and accepted their fate.

...

Long Beach International Airport.

The inspectors from the Western Suburb Branch were waiting on the runway, while nearby, members of the media, who were not law enforcement, were driven to a spot seven or eight meters away, where they filmed and broadcasted the events.