Chapter 955 Mr. Bo’s murderous aura; only gentle to his little ancestors

"They must have secretly put this piece of paper under the documents I usually signed and approved, and covered it with a layer of rubbing paper. In this way, when I signed the documents on them, they could get the signature of the documents below without knowing it. However, although the characters printed below were the same, they could not print out the same ink mark! They could imitate the handwriting and could not imitate the ink, because the ink color was out of print in the world, and only my father and you had it!"

The excited voice of the old president echoed in the ward.

But Bo Gucheng's eyes gradually calmed down.

It turned out to be ink.

He remembered that the kind of ink he often used was indeed out of print, because the master who made ink back then had long passed away, and no one could make the same ink again.

It is just that the ink color is low-key and the difference in ink color is not paid attention to when identifying the handwriting, which has caused this detail to be ignored.

Bo Gucheng said nothing, his eyes moved, and his long fingers quickly issued a line of instructions on his phone.

The old president was very sad: "These bastards actually used such despicable means to forge my signature, and wanted to transfer the snake and their children who have made contributions to the country, causing them to die tragically... It was because I was careless in using people, and I didn't know that such things were buried by my side..."

Having said this, he suddenly remembered something: "Secretary Zhao! All the documents that need my signature are from Secretary Zhao. He is a very careful person. If someone dares to do anything, he will definitely find it. If he doesn't find it..."

The only possibility is that his most trusted secretary was bribed by God without knowing it.

"Hurry, Gucheng, let's bring Secretary Zhao to confront him! Whose bad guy has this bastard collected? He betrayed the country and betrayed me..."

Bo Gucheng looked expressionless and raised his cell phone: "He is dead."

As early as when Moji was confirmed, he immediately ordered Chen Long to control Secretary Zhao.

But it was still one step late.

The secretary who just took him into the ward had locked himself in the next door pharmacy preparation room and committed suicide by taking highly toxic drugs.

Maybe he knew that once he fell into Bo Gucheng's hands, he would be worse than death, so the dosage of the drug he swallowed was so large that it was so terrifying that his death was so bulging and his eyes were bulging.

The old president: "…"

After getting this drastic change overnight, the old man's fragile brain nerves could hardly bear it. He asked in a trembling voice: "Goucheng, what else can I do for you and those children?"

The clue was broken to him. If possible, his old bone was willing to apologize for his death.

Unexpectedly, Bo Gucheng stood up coldly and left only two sentences:

"Living. Atonement."

The old president looked at the man's tall and pine back, and his heart tightly pulled up. He knew that with Bo Gucheng's temperament, he would never give up. He would definitely dig ten feet of the ground and would dig out the initiator to whip the corpse to avenge his subordinates who died in vain.

This imperial capital city is probably going to cause a bloody storm.

Secretary Zhao who committed suicide tonight was just a small beginning...

At this moment, Chen Long opened the door and welcomed him, walked to Bo Gucheng, and quietly reported to him.

I can vaguely hear "Xi Xiao" and "a hundred kilometers away from the city"...

I don’t know who I was talking about, but I saw Bo Gucheng’s cold face melting a little in an instant, and my whole body exuded a kind of incompatible with the atmosphere at this moment... tenderness.

Tenderness?!

The old president was stunned.

What kind of person's news can make Bo Gucheng, who is full of murderous aura, warm up instantly?!

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!