Chapter 162: Dad?

Tokyo, Xiao Ri Zi.

After Shan Shang Jun received the meager salary given by his boss,

he went to the bank.

Looking at the balance in his bank card,

Shan Shang Jun withdrew the Yen.

He pulled out the card and caught a glimpse of the balance on it.

19 Yen.

Added to the supplies at home,

this meant that by the end of next month, Shan Shang Jun's money would be completely used up.

No way back.

Afterwards,

he went straight into a shop.

"Boss, do you have wires and batteries?"

Shan Shang Jun asked the hardware store owner.

"Yes, what kind do you want?"

The boss asked.

"Just ordinary batteries and copper wires will do."

Shan Shang Jun said.

Subsequently, the boss quickly ducked into the shop and found the things Shan Shang Jun needed.

Shan Shang Jun paid and took the goods.

He took the wires and batteries and walked out of the shop.

Almost there.

Shan Shang Jun looked at the things in his hands and thought.

Shan Shang Jun immediately returned to his residence.

He went down into his cellar.

He took out the black powder he had made earlier,

and two steel pipes cut from a drainpipe.

Soon, the wheel of the manual lathe made a creaking sound.

Shan Shang Jun calmly used his hands to grind out rifling.

Finally, after a few days, the steel pipes were made.

Shan Shang Jun picked up these two steel pipes,

unable to contain his excitement.

He put the gunpowder into the primer area

and used the battery to ignite it.

The impact of the explosion drove the steel marbles from the marble chamber along the gun barrel.

His experience in the Self-Defense Team had finally paid off.

Even after so many years,

his craftsmanship had not slackened.

Shan Shang Jun excitedly walked out of the cellar,

then suddenly rushed back in.

He took out several photos of Abe Sang,

and rushed into the woods.

Shan Shang Jun carefully selected a tree that grew crookedly.

On the trunk,

he stuck Abe Sang's photo.

He stepped back 10 meters.

This was what Shan Shang Jun had already calculated.

Abe Sang would never let ordinary people get close to him.

Shan Shang Jun would only have a chance to act

when Abe Sang was out giving a speech.

And Xiao Ri Zi had a tradition:

these politicians' speeches were generally street speeches.

This gave Shan Shang Jun a chance.

The open space in front of Abe,

within three meters, the bodyguards would not let anyone approach.

The human wall formed by bodyguards was 2 meters thick.

The surrounding crowd was 4 or 5 meters deep.

This was precisely calculated by Shan Shang Jun.

As for more complex situations,

Shan Shang Jun no longer had the strength to do such things.

The probability of such a plan succeeding was very low.

But it didn't matter.

Even if the chance was only one percent,

Shan Shang Jun would go forward without hesitation.

Shan Shang Jun took out his homemade pistol,

raised it, aimed, and fired.

It was done in one go.

But unexpectedly,

Shan Shang Jun discovered

that the range was too large.

What caused the damage were the marbles,

but the range of the launch was really too wide.

Shan Shang Jun observed for a moment.

Four or five nearby trees were affected.

This was something Shan Shang Jun did not want to see.

And on Abe Sang's photo,

there was only one bullet hole.

Such a result left Shan Shang Jun deeply disappointed.

After all, the only person Shan Shang Jun wanted to kill was Abe Sang.

Harming the innocent was something Shan Shang Jun did not want to see.

"Improve."

"There are still two months."

"Continue to improve."

Afterwards, Shan Shang Jun returned to the cellar

and continued to modify the pistol.

He did a lot, a lot.

He reduced the ammunition,

increased the gunpowder,

and made the rifling more precise.

Time was running out.

Shan Shang Jun firmly turned the manual lathe

and continued processing.

Subsequently,

after a period of improvement,

the accuracy of the firearm had indeed gone up.

But his body was already failing.

Continuous staying up late had dragged Shan Shang Jun's body down.

"It's time."

Shan Shang Jun said.

Shan Shang Jun drove his car

to a hidden villa.

This was a stronghold of the Unification Church in this small city.

Shan Shang Jun got out of the car

and came to the entrance.

"Hello, what are you here for?"

"I have some doubts about life."

"I want to come and gain some experience."

Shan Shang Jun said.

When the guard heard this,

he thought Shan Shang Jun was also someone looking for salvation.

After searching him,

he let him in.

Shan Shang Jun entered

and found that after so many years,

it seemed as if nothing had changed.

He walked to the back with ease.

That was the place where he had seen his mother all those years ago.

Shan Shang Jun stood there,

watching his mother come down from the mountain.

She was still wearing white clothes,

still holding a broom.

It was just that her face was much older,

and her body was failing too.

She needed to rest after walking two steps.

She was skin and bones, looking malnourished.

Unexpectedly, Shan Shang Jun had originally thought he would be very angry,

angry enough to go up and question why she had abandoned them back then,

angry enough to go up and question why she had donated so much money to the church and ended up in this state,

angry enough to go up and question why she had never contacted them all these years.

But Shan Shang Jun found

that he didn't have any angry thoughts at all.

Instead, he was watching all this very calmly.

No anger, no emotions at all.

Just watching quietly.

Subsequently,

Shan Shang Jun left.

He didn't say a word.

He didn't even take any action against the church people.

He could have killed people here,

but he didn't.

Shan Shang Jun knew

it was useless.

Even if he killed everyone in this villa,

the Unification Church would not stop expanding, nor would anything happen.

The leader and the high-level officials wouldn't even feel a twinge of pain.

They would continue to preach and harm people later.

It was just superficial work.

To kill, one must kill the high-level officials and the leader

to have a certain effect.

But the leader was like a dragon, seeing the head but not the tail.

The high-level officials also hid themselves extremely well.

He couldn't find their tracks at all.

Moreover, even if he killed these people, what would be the use?

As long as those people had needs,

they could establish a Second Church, a Third Church at any time.

Everything was just the death of one person.

To take revenge,

one must make them pay a bloody price.

Shan Shang Jun thought to himself.

Subsequently,

he immediately returned to the cellar.

After the improvement,

Shan Shang Jun walked out of the cellar with the latest weapon.

After sticking the photo on,

he stood ten meters away,

aimed, and fired.

This time, although the range was smaller, Shan Shang Jun's body was really too weak.

He couldn't hold the gun anymore.

The recoil almost made him fall.

"What you are doing is wrong."

A voice came to Shan Shang Jun's ear.

That voice was incomparably familiar,

but also incomparably strange.

Shan Shang Jun hurriedly turned his head,

but found

"Your current body cannot be compared to when you were in the Self-Defense Team."

"You have to do it this way."

That man held Shan Shang Jun's hand, letting him fire by clamping the gun with his arm.

This way, using the body's strength,

the accuracy was much stronger.

Shan Shang Jun blankly recited that name.

"Dad?"

That man looked at Shan Shang Jun and smiled,

as if looking at his proudest treasure.

Shan Shang Jun looked at that dad who was exactly the same as in his memory,

and for a moment, he lost his focus.

"Shan Shang,"

"you are my best child."

Shan Shang shook his head suddenly, only to find that here,

except for himself,

there was no one. ===== CHAPTER 163 =====