"The top six places, no need to compete for them, I'll take them!"

As soon as Bo Gucheng said this powerful words, the cabinet elders who were arguing all stopped fighting: "Soldier Bo!"

Feng Shiren, who was sitting at the top, welcomed him with a smile: "Ship Bo, please sit down. I didn't ask you before, but I handed me a resignation. Now you are here in person, and you will definitely leave one for the award of merit."

The elders of the cabinet all had their own thoughts, but when facing Bo Gucheng, Xiaojiujiu had to temporarily hold it in his heart and agreed with a smile: "That's natural. The medal of merit is not as good as Bo Shuai, that's the empire's shame. One must be added! How about making up a hundred and one hero?"

A group of old guys with high positions and power are smiling like a cluster of sunflowers, and the stars are blowing the rainbow farts with the moon.

Who knows.

The rainbow fart doesn't have the effect of blowing out a dime at all.

Bo Gucheng glanced at him indifferently: "Are you afraid you are not deaf? The quota I want is six."

Everyone: "..."

It’s not that they are deaf, they think they have heard it wrong, how can Mr. Bo use six places alone?

He has six capable generals under his command, but he has already awarded a merit once three years ago. On the shortlist of thousands of people reported for this merit, there are no such few confidants from Mr. Bo.

Everyone looked at each other, and no one dared to ask the reason first.

There is no way. Vice President Feng Shiren, as the convener of the meeting, was also the only candidate for the old president to exercise presidential power after he was hospitalized due to illness. He gritted the bullet and asked carefully: "Shishou Bo, where did six come from?"

Bo Gucheng sneered: "Si Snake, Wu Horse, Zi Shu... the code name is famous, I don't need to say my real name."

Everyone felt cold sweat blowing on their backs.

These six people seem to have been deleted from the preliminary selection list.

Feng Shiren finally remembered and coughed awkwardly: "Oh, it's the Snake and the others. They have sent them to perform missions abroad. They have a confidentiality period and cannot return to China within ten years, so they can't catch up with this award. But don't worry, when they return to China in the future, there will be no less honors. This is what the country owes them, and they will remember..."

Feng Shiren comforted him with an official accent.

Who knows.

These words can fool others, but they can't fool Bo Gucheng.

A cold smile appeared on the corner of Bo Gucheng's lips: "Since the country owes them, I will take it back for them today! Who said they did not return home? Wei Yang, invite them in!"

Wei Yang: "Yes!"

In the conference room, everyone has their own thoughts!

Some were confused, some were curious, and some were sweating coldly after hearing this: the six people were already dead, and the dead... Why are they invited in?

After Wei Yang turned around and went out.

In a moment.

There were three doors in the conference room, and they were knocked open with a "bang" look.

Twenty-four cold-faced soldiers, carrying six huge sarcophagus, broke into the conference room, lined up the sarcophagus, facing the vice president and the elders of the cabinet!

Older old guys with bad hearts almost fainted in an instant.

Vice President Feng Shiren trembled and said, "Bo, Bo Shuai, what are you doing? Are you going to send us to the grave if we don't agree to your request? Don't be excited, let's sit down and talk slowly, and talk slowly!"

Bo Gucheng glanced coldly: "It's not that I'm here to talk to you, it's to notify you."

His big palm stroked the cold sarcophagus, with mottled blood still left on it. He was transported to the imperial capital overnight, making his heart cool:
Chapter completed!