"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.