Chapter 954 The heavy pressure that Mr. Bo gave people

Died in the deep mountains of Qingcheng?

The old president on the sickbed was stunned when he heard this: "Guncheng... Although I am not sure how to match their names with people, I remember that your subordinates are all powerful and heroic people, how could they suffer from this accident? But what clues are there?"

Bo Gucheng stared at the old man's eyes that were slightly dimmed due to illness and looked slightly dark: "They were sent abroad to perform a mission before you were unconscious. The approval document for that mission was once issued by you."

As he said that, he took out an old document to sign and approve the paper.

This was a true original that Chen Long had worked hard and finally made from the archives room.

This is the moment when people and physical evidence are evidenced and evidenced!

The old president took the document and approved the paper, frowned and looked at the signature.

Bo Gucheng sat next to the hospital bed, put his elbows on the wooden chair handle, and his big hands supported his forehead. He stared at the old man with cold eyes: "Is the handwriting real?"

The old president pinched his eyebrows: "It's indeed my handwriting..."

The air stagnates for a moment.

Although I had already done handwriting comparisons, and asking about handwriting at this moment was just a formality, Bo Gucheng's heart was still thrilled when he heard the old president's admission with his own ears.

It was like a sharp knife slashing through.

"Why?"

In just three short words, the man's tone was desolate and heavy.

The old president raised his head, his dark eyes slowly turned, trying to recall something: "Gucheng, although this is my handwriting, I have no impression of the content of this document. I will definitely seek your opinion first and will not make any decisions..."

"But you signed it anyway."

"I..." The old president opened his mouth and closed it again, and a touch of pain flashed between his eyebrows.

Bo Gucheng took out a photo and placed it on the sickbed: "Do you want to know what they looked like in the end?"

Six coffins, six white bones!

The old president's pupils shrank: "How could this happen... Why did I sign such words... They are all pillars of the country, how could they end up like this?"

Bo Gucheng's eyes were cold and there was no trace of warmth. His sharp palm slowly moved on his forehead, as if he could raise his hand to kill someone at any time: "I want to ask you, this is the same question. Please remember that this surgery is not here to save your life."

He wants to find justice for his brother's life!

Even the old president who has been in power for decades, he feels unbearable heavy pressure in front of Bo Gucheng.

He believed that this man could be unimaginably cruel to the enemy.

And has he been included in the ranks of the enemy at this moment?

A split headache, a split headache!

Just when the old president was about to be unable to withstand Bo Gucheng's questioning, suddenly, his eyes swept across the paper again and his breathing tightened: "Wait, Gucheng, this handwriting is true, but the ink trace is wrong!"

"Moji?"

"Yes, ink. The pen and ink I usually use to sign documents was specially customized when I was free to practice calligraphy with your father when I was free to do so. The ink was particularly special. It was black when I finished writing, but as time passed, it gradually turned dark blue and a little dark green, not pure black. If you don't believe it, you can go back and ask your father, and I have no words."

At this moment, although the document paper is a little yellow, the signature on it is ink black.

It is completely different from the ink color that the old president usually signs.

"This is not my signature! I know how they made a fake," the old man's voice trembled slightly, and there was an uncontrollable anger-
Chapter completed!