"Please! Please, don't! I have family! Two kids, a mate..." he pleaded, laying on ground, blood seeping from his mouth.
I kept a foot on his right palm, "Save your breath. These pleads will not affect me."
He stared at me, his eyes streaming.
"Any last wish?" I asked, pointing my gun to his chest.
"No! Don't!" he begged, "Please, no!"
I pulled the trigger.
BANG!
The bullet hit him straight in the chest.
He twitched for a minute, and then his body fell limp.
Ninety-fifth to die at my hands.