The figure that stood before him, draped in armor and emblazoned with the insignia of the SS, carried the formidable reputation of a sub-boss opponent. This opponent was on par with the Night Wolf, and Alan knew that any error in judgment could be his last.
Alan's experience in such high-stakes scenarios kicked in. Without a moment's hesitation, he swiftly drew his [Glock 17], aiming it with laser-like precision at the menacing figure before him. The narrow confines of the alleyway should have given him an advantage, making dodging near impossible for the SS soldier.
