Vol1
In the next ten minutes, Rand was shocked to realize one thing through the police officer's conversation full of ambiguous hints - Munster's face, and a GV male star whose stage name is "The Beast". almost exactly the same.
"Oh my God, I never thought you'd be so... coveted... I only need two minutes to look at the tape, see your face, and get hard," the policeman said. Chang Jin was about to stretch his entire upper body into the carriage, he licked his lips unconsciously, his hungry eyes glued to Munster's face, "And now, I don't even have twenty seconds to feel my 'Little brother' is as hard as a baseball bat," he giggled, "baseball bat." Then he repeated the word emphatically.
Rand looked at the policeman who was emitting hormones like a male dog, and felt a strange exasperation that could not be explained.
No, no, the level of anger is so deep that it can even be described as "angry".
Maybe Munster did have a strong body and a mature-looking face, but in reality, Rand knew that it was as pure as a little white dove - and the damn cop was facing him in front of him. Munster said those disgusting things.
He clenched his fists unconsciously, and the last trace of reason in his mind controlled him, preventing him from punching the man directly.
"Hey dear you..."
The police officer was still chattering, but at this time Munster met his eyes with a grim expression.
"Go away - don't disturb me!"
Its voice was low and hoarse, and its red pupils flashed with the bloodthirsty light of a real beast.
The police officer's body was far sharper than his spirit. A lot of cold sweat poured out from his back and palms in an instant. His knees softened, and he almost knelt directly on the ground like that. A huge panic captured him, and engulfed him.
Omg, those red eyes...
Eye…
The high hormones in the police officer's body were transformed into deep fear. He stared at the man inside the carriage with horror. It was still that handsome face, but for some reason it made the police officer tremble with fear.
"I'm sorry, I, I'm sorry..."
he stammered. His throat only rattled, and after a long time he was unable to utter a complete sentence.
Rand frowned at the officer's sudden appearance.
He knew the reason for the officer's bizarre behavior almost immediately - Munster...
It took on something eerie again, driving off interested officers, but it wasn't all good news for Rand. You know, the most important thing for the two of them now is to keep a low profile and not be found.
Therefore, he stuck his head out for the first time and looked at the police officer.
"So, can we go?"
He says.
The officer was sitting uncontrollably on the ground at this time, shivering at Rand's car.
He nodded instinctively.
Rand slammed on the gas pedal and swept straight into the freeway at terrifying speed.
After the Dodge jumped into the traffic and quickly disappeared, it took a while before the officer stood up from the ground like a waking dream.
"What the hell is going on here?"
His lips trembled and he murmured.
At this moment, he suddenly smelled a stench, and his face turned white in an instant. A stream of heat was running down the seam of his legs.
Yes, he was incontinent.
Vol2
Car after car slid past Lander's window, creating a gust of wind mixed with the smell of gasoline. Rand didn't turn on the lights, and the car slid into the fast lane with another car's headlights stuck in it, bringing on irritated honk after honk.
It didn't take long before he cut to another lane, only for other cars to leave behind his. The needle on the dashboard showed that the speed was now approaching one hundred and twenty yards, and Rand suddenly slammed on the brakes again, bringing the speed down.
With his excellent eyesight, he saw the speed measuring instrument placed more than a thousand meters ahead.
Now is definitely not the time to get the police's attention for speeding - he said softly in his heart.
"Rand?"
Munster locked his body in his seat, turned his head nervously from time to time, looked at Rand and spoke.
"Are you angry?"
"Angry? Oh, why do you think that? No, I'm not angry." Rand stared at the road ahead and said firmly, "I'm not angry at all, and there's actually nothing to be angry about right now, I just want to know Your face...why did your face look exactly like a GV male star?! God, I can't believe it..."
The image of the pornographic video that had appeared in front of them that morning came to Rand's mind, and he finally remembered that Munster's current face was almost identical to the man with great waist in the video. .
He felt confused and annoyed (which was nothing like what he said), but what made him even more unbearable was... He didn't actually know if he was really angry with Munster's face, or that A police officer unabashedly teased it.
"I… "
Munster blinked, and it opened its mouth, but said nothing.
I don't know - it wants to say.
Sirens are powerful creatures that quickly adapt their bodies to adapt to their surroundings, but this change is more often out of a physical and mental subconscious. Fundamentally speaking, this little monster is innocent. It is only shocked by the intimate contact between the "big beast" and the black-haired youth. This shock affects its mind, and its mind affects it. Evolution of the body.
But Munster was quick to recall the lascivious brunette on the video and the "big beast" shouting out of his hoarse throat...
Munster's tail tapped lightly on the ground unconsciously, with a hint of anxiety and shyness.
"Your face, I just hope your face doesn't attract other people's attention," Rand suddenly drove his car to the exit of the freeway, he slowed down and stopped on a trail, "Munster , I'm just trying to keep you safe, and, I admit, there's something wrong with me right now. I mean, there are times when I might, might... dammit!"
As soon as he remembered the chaotic and sweet touch before, Rand felt that his body was shaking slightly with a secret pleasure. But with it comes the condemnation of conscience.
He would actually want to have that kind of contact with Munster!
Rand couldn't believe that he had become that disgusting person now, but it was becoming more and more impossible for him to avoid it. In addition, Munster is now more and more like an adult male... Because of the too chaotic mood, Rand suddenly slapped the steering wheel while venting.
The sudden honking of the car made him calm down a little.
"I, I may have been a little frightened, you know... your face, you look exactly like a GV male star after all, it's a little..."
Rand's voice suddenly disappeared, and he was shocked to see Munster slumped in his chair, his face raised and tears flowing.
"I'm sorry, Rand, I'm sorry, I don't know why this is happening, don't you like the way I am now? Well, then I can change..."
Munster was hit more than Rand could have imagined, and he had to spend a long time comforting him that his face at least looked okay.
(And very much to Rand's liking - he won't admit it)
This inexplicable argument and consolation eventually drained both Rand and Munster.
After coaxing Munster and making it burst into laughter, Rand sighed deeply.
He then opened the door, removed the wheelchair from the trunk, and had Munster transferred to the wheelchair.
Munster's tail was hidden under the blanket again.
"Aren't we driving?"
Munster watched in bewilderment as Rand removed everything from the car, then asked.
"Yes," Rand nodded, "that cop... I don't know how you did it, but there must have been something wrong with what he looked like before, and I'm worried he'll notice us, and of course, this car car."
This was undoubtedly a very dangerous situation, and Rand very decisively ditched his car on the road.
He pushed Munster for a while, four kilometers to be precise, and came to another secondary road heading to the east coast.
Rand and Munster stopped by the side of the road, giving each passing vehicle a thumbs-up.
There is no doubt that Munster's wheelchair made the next ride on the two of them a lot smoother, and it didn't take long for a family car to park in front of the two of them.
"Thank God."
Rand said softly in his heart.
…
The driver was a Mexican with some exhaustion.
His car stinks of tacos and tobacco, the air conditioning must be down, and the air inside is hot and stuffy.
But Rand still thanked the kind man.
"...You are lucky. You must know that men are not very good at stopping cars on this road these two days."
The Mexican babbled about his life, he was on his way to his brother's house, where his wife took the kids a few days ago, and had a happy summer vacation to stay... In a long list of chats After talking, he suddenly said something that made Rand's nerves tense.
"why?"
"Oh, you don't know? Kansas is almost going to be martial law, and no one can figure out what's going on, but some say there's a dangerous terrorist walking around here, so should you and your partner Be careful," the Mexican turned his head and glanced at Munster, "no offense, but after all your partner can't run fast, you're easy targets for those who are either terrorists or drug dealers, you know, the world not good… "