Chapter 586 Who is she?
At the same time in Mount Billyhua, California, USA.
Rodeo Drive, the world's most famous luxury goods center.
This north-south street is three kilometers long, with a road in the middle and the world's most famous luxury stores on both sides.
The pleasant and bright sunshine. Through the palm trees on both sides of the road, the golden soft light sprinkled on the pedestrians in groups of three or two.
It also sprinkled on Cheng Ling, who was dressed exquisitely.
Cheng Ling raised her hand and pushed the sunglasses on her face.
Most of her palm-sized face was covered by sunglasses.
She wore a khaki cashmere coat with a stand-up collar, black curly hair, a classic Hermès crocodile leather bag on her shoulders, and high-heeled shoes with thin heels.
Behind her, a servant in white club clothes followed closely.
The servant's left and right hands each carried several newly bought luxury bags.
The two walked to the corner of the street and stopped.
The light turned red.
At this time, a very tempting aroma came from across the street. There was a brand new French restaurant there: Beaverbrook Restaurant.
Cheng Ling licked her lips, turned to the attendant standing half a step behind her and said:
"Mark, I'm a little hungry. I want to go to the restaurant in front for dinner. I have to buy a lot of things later, and you can't carry them. So, while I'm eating, you can help me send the things to the car, and then wait for me at the restaurant."
The attendant is not qualified to eat with the guests.
"Okay, Miss Cheng." Mark replied respectfully.
Mark did not turn around and leave immediately, but escorted Cheng Ling across the road, helped Cheng Ling open the door of the restaurant, and waited for Cheng Ling to enter the restaurant before saying goodbye and turning away.
Cheng Ling estimated in her mind:
The car was parked in a parking lot about two kilometers away from here. According to Mark's pace and the increased number of pedestrians on the sidewalk, it would take at least thirty-five minutes for him to go back and forth.
She had to hurry up.
The waiter came up to her warmly: "Dear Madam, hello, how can I help you?"
"I want to eat."
"How many people are there?"
"One." Cheng Ling said, "Can I choose any seat? Any recommendations?"
"Yes, as long as there are no guests, you can use it. I suggest you sit by the window here, the view is great."
There are five tables by the window in the restaurant.
Three of them are bathed in the sun.
Cheng Ling looked at the three tables and said to herself: "Too sunny."
After that, she turned her head to the other side, by the window, not sunny and private.
An old man with gray hair was sitting at a table enjoying coffee.
Cheng Ling pointed to the empty table behind the man: "I'll sit there."
"Okay, please follow me, be careful of the slippery floor." The waiter led Cheng Ling to the empty table and brought Cheng Ling a menu.
"I'll look at the menu for a while, and come over after I've selected the dishes." Cheng Ling said.
"Okay, ma'am." The waiter returned to the front desk.
Cheng Ling turned his back to the gray-haired man, flipping through the menu while speaking in ventriloquy: "Sparrow, long time no see."
The gray-haired man was Nolan in disguise.
He had a tightly fitted artificial leather mask on his face, and he looked calm, but his pupils shrank violently the moment he heard these words.
Something exploded in his head.
It exploded into pieces of gorgeous fragments.
Those bizarre fragments were reassembled into a possible picture, but were shattered again, and endless fragments spun rapidly in his brain.
The captain's body fragments that were broken into pieces and barely pieced together.
The DNA test report with a matching degree of up to 99.99%.
At the funeral, the tears of the team members, the requiem of the pastor, and the people wearing black clothes to mourn...
Ji Chengyue said that she found a woman who was related to the captain, and her name was also Cheng Ling.
She gave a lot of her reasons. They were all far-fetched.
That woman did not have sea phobia.
The woman's handwriting had nothing to do with the captain's.
The woman's growth trajectory was clear and traceable, and there was no overlap with the captain.
...
But why did she know the contact information of the H Rangers?
How did she know her code name?
Who was she?
Nolan was sweating.
He felt like he was stuffed into a narrow box, tightly squeezed by six sides, unable to move, breathe, or even think.
