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.
