Rocket began to move its arm, stretching it toward Max, who stood in the middle of the room looking around to find any usable loot.
There were two stars on the shelf and one on the corner.
'I can only hope.' Max thought as he prepared himself to fight Rocket, gripping his secondary knife tightly with his left hand.
At that moment, as if they had talked about it beforehand, both of them rushed forward at the same time.
Rocket used the momentum of his giant arm to push him forward, raising it up and preparing to smash Max to a paste. Once again, for a giant with an imbalanced body like him, he moved pretty fast.
"Graaa!!"
The Infected fell down like a meteor, slamming his fist at Max. However, he had already expected that. The floor in this room was clean, maybe because the destruction didn't reach this place.
