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Chapter 360 The Pretty Widow of the Republic of China VS the Iron-Blooded Marshal [38]

In the afternoon, Le Tong had a few minor surgeries, and was so busy that he didn't get off work until very late.

Walking out of the hospital, I saw Qingtian's special car waiting at the door.

Seeing Le Tong coming out, Zhao Zhixu hurried forward to open the car door, "Miss Le, it's already dark, in order to protect your safety, my subordinates are here to take you home."

Presumably it was Qingtian's order, Le Tong nodded, bowed and sat in the car.

The car quickly arrived at the small western-style building where Le Tong was.

Zhao Zhixu confirmed that Miss Le entered the small western building safely before leaving.

Le Tong dragged his tired body up the stairs, walked to the room on the third floor, took out the key and inserted it into the lock.

At this moment, the corridor is very quiet, and only the slight sound of the key colliding with the keyhole can be heard.

With a click, the door opened, and Le Tong suddenly woke up, for some reason, he always had a bad premonition.

Subconsciously, he took out the pistol in his bag, walked in the door, and turned on the light.

The room lit up in an instant, Le Tong walked in cautiously, looked around and found nothing unusual, then put the pistol back in the bag, closed the door, and went back to the bedroom directly.

There is a bathtub in the bedroom, Le Tong puts the bath water in the first time when he enters the bedroom, after the water is filled, the flower petals are sprinkled, and then he takes off his clothes and sits in.

The moment he lay down, Le Tong felt that the pores all over his body were opened, and the fatigue of the day was instantly wiped away. He leaned comfortably on the bathtub and closed his eyes, enjoying a moment of tranquility.

The Western clock in the room made a ticking sound.

With the passage of time, Le Tong's head gradually tilted to one side, apparently falling into a coma.

After a while, a woman in black clothes appeared in the bedroom. She wrapped the woman sitting in the tub with a quilt, then picked up the unconscious Le Tong, walked to the window on the third floor, grabbed The rope, which had been prepared long ago, slid down and left here.

Nobody noticed that anyone had been here before.

In the early morning of the next day, Zhao Zhixu hurried into the Marshal's Mansion with mixed expressions, and drove around to the backyard familiarly, "Young Marshal, something happened."

At this moment, Qingtian was wearing a white coat and was punching in front of the stake, but he didn't stop his movements when he heard Zhao Zhixu's words, "Say."

Zhao Zhixu closed his eyes, with a death-defying expression on his face, "Miss Le is missing."

"Snapped…"

With a sound, the branches of the stake were interrupted by Qingtian.

He looked at Zhao Zhixu with a cold voice, "What did you say?"

"Miss Le is missing."

Qingtian walked in front of him slowly, his voice was calm but furious, "I sent so many people to guard her outside the small western building, and you came to tell me that she was missing? Or is it under the watchful eyes of everyone?"

Zhao Zhixu lowered his head, "This subordinate is willing to accept punishment."

Qingtian calmed down, "What's going on?"

The most urgent task now is to find Le Tong's whereabouts, and we will discuss the punishment later.

Zhao Zhixu told the story exactly what happened.

Although Le Tong is the director of Bo'ai Hospital, he gets up very early every day.

But they didn't come out this morning, so they broke open the door, only to find that Miss Le was no longer in the room.

After on-site investigation, Miss Le was no longer in the room last night.

But the people around didn't notice that she had gone out, so there was only one situation, that she was robbed.

(End of this chapter)