Nan Fei almost snatched it because she realized the person at the sniper's spot had already left. If she went now, she would certainly find nothing. She could judge from the voices and footsteps where the other person was running to.
Since Yu Fengji was chasing after them with a walkie-talkie in hand, Nan Fei came up with this plan.
"Calling Commander Yu, calling Commander Yu."
Her voice was clear and pleasant, as melodious as a spring even in such a crisis. As soon as it emerged from the walkie-talkie channel, it immediately grabbed attention.
The walkie-talkie crackled with static, "This is Yu Fengji."
"The sniper has already run off, now heading northeast from your location, about seven or eight meters away from you." Nan Fei clutched the walkie-talkie, her expression solemn, yet every word she uttered was shocking.
