Chapter 451: Chapter 243: Interception of the Fighter Jet_2
And this person now dared to strike at the Camora family, which could really an he’d secured evidence to crush their clan.
“Fake, what the hell is Long Beach Branch doing, allowing the Western Suburb Branch to ddle in their territory?”
Rickel couldn’t help but curse, originally thinking that since their family was mainly affiliated with the Long Beach District, Director David definitely wouldn’t have jurisdiction to act against them.
But who knew what agreent David had reached with the Long Beach Branch, which now resulted in the Western Suburb Branch being able to investigate them across jurisdictions.
“Forget it, Victoria, you go arrange the plane as quickly as possible, and Bowersen, gather all our family’s cash. Let’s return to Sicily first.”
“Also…”
Just to be safe, Rickel eventually heeded Bowersen’s advice and decided to retreat to their stronghold to avoid the heat for a while.
…
“Chief Tax Officer, we just received news. The Camora family has contacted the heads of various districts under their command, passing down so instructions. They are also gathering a large amount of cash, looks like they’re planning to flee!”
Over at the Western Suburb Branch, Simmons imdiately went into David’s office to report as soon as they got the news.
David was taken aback, not expecting the Camora family to be so decisive – seeing the situation turning grim, they planned to flee imdiately. He then urged quickly, “Find their location at once, and put them under control for now, we can’t let them get away.”
In the past two days the Western Suburb Branch had arrested a large number of people involved with the Camora family, and the evidence chain was nearly complete. If the suspects escaped now, it would all have been for nothing.
“Yes, Sir!”
About half an hour later.
Simmons hurried back, saying, “Director, we’ve got the ssage. The Camora family is indeed planning to escape, they are heading toward the international airport now, planning to fly to Italy.”
“Then what are we waiting for, hurry and get everyone together to intercept them!”
“The Buckynison team has already rushed over.”
“Good, keep updated with any news.”
“Yes, Sir.”
…
Long Beach International Airport, on the fourth runway, a Boeing 737 passenger plane was standing by.
At that mont, outside a right-side iron gate, several cars drove in, stopped and the doors opened. mbers of the Camora family got out, carrying bags and suitcases of belongings and cash, and proceeded to load them onto the plane.
“Boss, I’ve just received a ssage. People from the Western Suburbs Branch seem to be on their way here; our guys can’t hold them off for long, we need to move fast!”
Hearing his subordinate’s warning, the Camora family beca anxious, and Bowersen urged, “Hurry up, make it snappy everybody!”
The mbers of the Camora family didn’t dare to dawdle any longer, and hurriedly boarded the plane with all their might.
Once everyone was aboard, Bowersen hastily shouted, “Close the door, let’s go, go, go!”
“Roar, roar, roar!”
The plane’s engines started, and after about 15 minutes or so, once the engines had ward up, the pilot began to taxi for takeoff.
“Look, they are coming!”
The shout of a family mber made those inside the plane turn their heads to look out the windows.
Sure enough, a large number of people from the Western Suburbs Branch were rushing down from the terminal.
However, to the relief of those from the Camora family, the plane was already in high-speed taxiing. Normally it would not be possible to stop it.
At this mont, Nisen and the others, who had just rushed to the edge, cursed and then picked up a phone to dial David’s number, reporting, “Sorry, Director, the Camora family was quite cunning. They arranged several groups to ‘ambush’ us on the way here, causing us to arrive at the airport later than expected. Their plane has already taken off…”
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“Has it taken off? Is it a comrcial flight or sothing?”
Nisen instantly posed this question to the inspectors nearby, and they quickly found the information and relayed it to him. He then spoke into the phone, “According to the airport staff, it’s not a comrcial flight, it’s a private jet arranged by the Camora family.”
“Get the control tower to contact the pilot and tell them to turn back.”
Nisen imdiately instructed the inspectors beside him, and an inspector promptly contacted the control tower personnel.
“What’s going on, where are the Camora family mbers?”
“The plane’s not here anymore, could it have taken off?”
“That can’t be, they actually escaped right under the National Tax Bureau’s nose?”
In the anti, so dia who had heard the news had also arrived at the scene.
These past few days, the Los Angeles West Suburb Branch had been vigorously arresting mbers of the Camora family and officials involved with this family. The dia wasn’t blind or deaf; they naturally received the news.
And just now, they also received news that the Camora family was fleeing and the West Suburb Branch was rushing over to arrest them, so they hurried over without stopping, wanting to get firsthand material from the scene.
What they didn’t expect was that, upon arrival, it appeared that the West Suburb Branch personnel hadn’t caught anyone, so it seed there might be quite a show to watch!
After about seven or eight minutes, the inspector from the West Suburb Branch who had gone to contact the control tower returned, shaking his head, “Chief Tax Officer Nisen, the tower staff has already contacted the plane, but the pilot on board doesn’t seem keen on returning.”
Nisen furrowed his brows and picked up the phone to report, “Director…”
The Los Angeles West Suburb Branch, upon hearing that the pilot had no intention of returning, David’s expression also darkened. After so thought, he replied, “Understood, you all stand by for now.”
After hanging up the phone, David took out a booklet from the drawer and started flipping through it. Before long, a number labeled ‘California State Tax Bureau Ard Departnt’ caught his eye, and he imdiately picked up his cell phone and dialed it.
The call was quickly connected, and he heard a female voice on the other end, “California State Tax Bureau Ard Departnt, how may I assist you?”
“This is David from the Los Angeles West Suburb Branch.”
“Oh, Director David, what instructions do you have?”
“Here’s the situation: there is a group of tax evaders in our city who are currently on a plane preparing to cross the border and flee punishnt. I would like you to dispatch fighter jets to intercept them!”
“Please provide the aircraft model and flight path details.”
“The aircraft model is Boeing… and the flight path is…”
“Alright, Director David, I’ll apply for an ard interception for you…”
California, San Diego Base, is one of Arica Navy’s most important air bases, but little known is that on the west side of this base lies another facility, the California State Tax Bureau Ard Base.
And at the base’s training ground at this mont, a tall man dressed in the uniform of a colonel, having received David’s request, showed a hint of a smile.
“Looks like it’s our California ard base’s turn to make an appearance,” he said.
The man, nad Lazat, was the colonel of the ard base of the National Tax Bureau. He sighed softly, and then he headed over to the training soldiers. Calling out to two mbers, he shouted, “Hamlet, Alvin, there’s work for you!”
“You have an assignnt: intercept a Boeing 737 airliner. Its current flight path is…”
After listening to Lazat’s instructions,
the two mbers of the National Tax Bureau Ard Departnt were overjoyed, and they promptly trotted over to a runway built behind them.
And in the warehouse by the runway, rows of fighter jets were parked.
Among them, the world’s most advanced F22 and F35, and the Hornet fighters were prominently lined up.
Without any delay, one of them skillfully climbed into the cockpit of the F22, while the other entered the F35. As the roar of the jet engines started up, the ward-up fighters began to taxi and then quickly ascended into the sky…
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