Chapter 511 How could someone be hung like a roast goose?

The evolution of human hairstyle has gone through thousands of years and has developed cultural characteristics unique to that head of hair.

For various reasons, many people do not have the right to choose their hairstyle, including Space Marines who wear helmets all year round and fight aliens on the battlefield, and many of the so-called Astra Militarum warriors.

In fact, it is easy to guess that no matter how the helmet develops, it must be a protective gear, and the weight cannot be low. In addition, the interstellar battlefield will definitely be fought in the outer space environment, so it must at least be airtight to ensure the safety of the wearer.

Under multiple influences, many soldiers either kept a neat short haircut or shaved their heads, without hesitation choosing practicality over combat effectiveness and comfort. (Corgi is not kidding. During the two years I served in the army, I wore that broken helmet every day, which made my hair thinner, and after wearing it for a long time, my head hurt.)
There is even an unwritten rumor that if you are seriously injured, especially with a brain injury, you'd better pray that the medical sergeant is kind, because no matter how well you take care of your hair, it will eventually be shaved into a boiled egg.

If a Space Marine has thick hair, he must be a real strong man, because if he doesn't have some skills, it is impossible for him to take off his helmet and act like a cool guy in daily combat.

In order to successfully infiltrate the Lemon Fist, Omega undoubtedly chose the safest way. After changing his appearance, he simply retained his original bald head, highlighting the image of a rookie.

But looking at the three big guys who surrounded him, Omega felt really fucked up. Why would there be such a stupid army? When they recognize their teammates, do they have to lift up their helmets to see if there is any hair?
Omega, who was hung in the laboratory like a roast goose, shook his body, raised his upper body and said to Hogg:

"Brother, no matter what, I am your half-brother! Can you change my position? I feel like my brain is congested when I'm hanging upside down like this."

Omega did not lie. The originally shiny bald head had turned as red as a tomato due to being hung upside down for a long time, which looked quite funny.

Hogg would naturally not satisfy such a simple request. He and the Angel of Dorne arrogantly brought a small chair over, surrounded him and smoked there, taking turns to blow smoke on his head.

"No, man, it's not nice for you to do this, is it? I am also the Primarch after all, can't you give me some face?"

Omega laughed when he said this, and through the neural interface, he quickly changed the previous target evaluation, especially the one with a high moral level, which he completely deleted and changed to an extremely low moral level.

Hogg, who was always monitoring the spy boy, turned pale. He dared to slander him in front of him. He immediately dropped his cigarette butt and punched him:

"Tell me, was it that old bitch of the Emperor who sent you here?"

After two strong punches, Omega Dull felt that this dwarf was really strong. Not only did he feel pain from the beating, but he even rubbed his head in humiliation.

"Put me down first, or I won't tell you anything!"

If it fell into the hands of others, they might still take Omega's identity into consideration, but who is Hogg? He dared to beat the Emperor in person, playing the role of a loving father and a filial son. His moral level is extremely flexible. He directly called the three angels Dorn to beat them up.

It is worthy of being called the original sandbag. Even after being beaten by three big guys in turn, it did not suffer any damage at all and even screamed in a very human way.

Dorne, who was very happy, hated these cowards who were making trouble behind the scenes the most. He took out his own specialty lemon and stuffed it into Omega's mouth. He was also very unscrupulous and took off his clothes: "Wow! What a strong body! Omega, you didn't expect that you would fall into my hands. Today, I will let you know what the ultimate insult is. Come out now, guys!"

At Dorn's command, two big lemon-sized guys wearing very little clothing jumped out from the shadows. Their salty eyes and greasy bronze muscles all revealed their identities: they were the most exceptional ones among millions!
However, Dorn's insults were not over yet. Seeing Omega's whole body was cold, he continued to speak:
"Omega, these two are the few Slaanesh members in our Lemon Fist. They are exchange students who studied abroad in the White Scars and are even well-known in Commorro. Today, I will return double the pain you gave me ten thousand years ago."

The frightened Omega's anus tightened, and Kun Kun shrank on the spot, and then his thick thighs quickly clamped together, fearing that he would be violently attacked by Hongru, who yelled:

"Don, you can't do this to me and make you forget that I was the one who found you first and asked Perturabo to find you?"

It would have been better if Omega didn't say anything. After he finished speaking, Dorn kicked him and took out a lemon and stuffed it into his mouth:
"Bah! You bastard, you still dare to say that. You and Alpha are not good people. If you hadn't been the one who reported me behind my back, saying that I was emotionally unstable and useless, the Imperial Fists wouldn't have been sent to the expedition front to fight that meaningless war of attrition."

Omega was speechless when the inside story was pointed out to him, but Hogg was not Lan Meng. It would be fine if he just interrogated the prisoner and beat him up, but there was no need to resort to such means. He simply drove away the two top masters and took out a rag for Omega to use as clothes.

"Look how good I am to you. We are half brothers after all. Just confess quickly. I still have to produce Titanium cans. If I leave, you will fall into Dorn's hands!"

Hogg's ability to play the good guy is terrible, but Omega is really scared this time. God knows what Dorn, such an emotionally unstable man, will do.

"I confess. I confess everything! But I really wasn't sent by anyone. I came here just because your whereabouts were strange and some people said that your defenses were extremely tight and it was impossible to sneak in. I came here to prove myself."

He thought Hogg would let him go after he told the truth, but he soon found that Hogg's face turned black and he called back the two big lemon guys who had retreated earlier.

"You bastard, you are the only spy chief in the Empire. You chose to go in person for such a trivial matter instead of sending your subordinates. And you gave such a stupid excuse. Are you kidding me? It seems that you are not willing to accept my offer. Angel, let's go. I'll leave this place to Dorn."

As the airtight door closed, Omega was really annoyed this time. This was the first time he told the truth, how could it end up like this? But soon he didn't have to waste his energy because three big guys surrounded him.

Perhaps he felt guilty, or perhaps because of the limited brotherhood, Dorn pulled Omega's head and asked:
"I'll give you one more chance. If your answer satisfies me, I'll let you go."

Omega, who didn't want to be abused, nodded quickly and said that as long as it didn't involve imperial secrets, he would agree to anything within his authority.

"Okay, then let me ask you, what is love?"

…………

"Fuck!"

(End of this chapter)