Bo Ye's little ancestor has made a sensation in the world again

Chapter 954

Died in the deep mountains of Qingcheng?

The old president on the sickbed was stunned when he heard the words: "Gucheng...Although I can't exactly match their names with people, I remember that your subordinates are all strong and heroic people, how could such an accident happen? Any clues?"

Bao Gucheng stared closely at the old man's eyes that were slightly dimmed and dimmed due to illness: "Before you fell into a coma, they were sent abroad to perform missions. The approval document for that mission was signed by you. "

As he spoke, he pulled out an old document signature with his long fingers.

This is the original copy that Chenlong took a lot of effort to get out from the archives with great difficulty.

Now is the time for witnesses and physical evidence to be corroborated!

The old president took the document and signed it, frowning and looking at the signing place.

Bao Gucheng sat beside the hospital bed, with his elbows resting on the handle of the wooden chair, his big hand propping up one forehead, staring at the old man with a pair of cold eyes: "Is the handwriting real?"

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

The air froze for a moment.

Although the handwriting comparison has already been done, asking about the handwriting at this moment is just a formality, but hearing the old president admit it with his own ears, Bao Gucheng's heart still jumped.

Like a sharp knife across.

"why?"

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

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

"But you still signed."

"I..." The old president opened his mouth and closed it again, with pain passing between his brows.

Bao Gucheng took out a photo and put it on the sick bed: "Do you want to know their last appearance?"

Six coffins, six dense bones!
The old president's pupils shrank: "How could this happen...why would I sign such a letter...they are the pillars of the country, how, how could they end up like this?"

Bao Gucheng's eyes were cold and without any warmth, and his sharp palm moved slowly on his forehead, as if he could raise his hand to kill someone at any time: "This is the question I want to ask you. Please remember, this operation, I am not To save your life."

He wanted to find justice for his brother's life!
Even the old president, who has been in the political world for decades, feels unbearable heavy pressure in front of Bo Gucheng at this moment.

He believed that this man could be so cruel to the enemy that it was unimaginable.

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

A splitting headache, a splitting headache!
Just when the old president was about to be overwhelmed by Bao Gucheng's questioning, suddenly, his eyes swept over the document paper again, and he breathed hard: "Wait, Gucheng, the handwriting is real, but the ink is wrong!"

"Ink blots?"

"Yes, ink. The pen and ink I usually use to sign documents was custom-made when I practiced calligraphy with your father when I was laissez-faire. That kind of ink is especially special. It is black when I write it, but as time goes by, It will gradually turn dark blue, and a little dark green, not pure black. If you don’t believe me, you can go back and ask your father, I have no lies.”

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

It is completely different from the ink color that the old president usually used to sign.

"This is not my signature! I know how they faked it," the old man's voice trembled slightly, and there was an uncontrollable anger——

(End of this chapter)