Martinez was placed at the first floor of the Pillbox Hill Garage, located in Pillbox Hill. As a 'punishment' for trying to escape, Martinez was subjected to torture.
First, Martinez was beaten up by Trevor. After that, he was tied up and blindfolded as Michael, Franklin and Gustavo fired blanks at Martinez to frighten him. Lastly, Trevor used a wrench to 'extract' two of Martinez's teeth. By the time Martinez's teeth were extracted, he was crying and begging for them to stop.
Gustavo stepped on Martinez's ribs, being careful not to crack them. "I warned you, remember? When we were on Trevor's helicopter. But you didn't goddamn listen!"
Martinez shook his head repeatedly as he sobbed. "It's not…not my fault! You guys were tracked by my men. I couldn't have…have given them any instructions! I was tied up, remember?"
Trevor kicked Martinez in his already-injured stomach. "Oh, so it's our fucking problem, then?"
"Man, he's too dangerous to be kept alive! Look at what his pricks did to my house!" Franklin said. "We should kill him!"
"Why not? He doesn't have anymore information to offer us," Michael said.
Martinez nodded his head frantically. "I have information! Information! Don't kill me, please!"
"We could probably capture a random Merryweather fuck and he still could give more information than you," Trevor said.
"Yeah, and the people you say are part of Merryweather might just be your own enemies!" Michael said, although he knew that was untrue.
"No…no! I swear the people were part of Merryweather!"
Pulling out his pistol, Trevor fired a blank shot aimed at Martinez's head. Martinez was screaming as Trevor pulled the trigger. Trevor laughed at Martinez's scream. "This is the Martinez Ludraco, Vagos OG? Fucking pathetic."
Gustavo told them, "Guys, before you kill him, you should go ask around for assassination contracts. There are some people who want Ludraco dead."
"Ooh, you're good, Gustavo. Sooner or later you're going to become a fucking businessman!" Trevor praised.
They accepted two assassination contracts, one from a Vagos lieutenant named Pedro and the other from a dirty LSPD officer. The lieutenant wanted Martinez dead so that he could advance in the ranks while the officer wanted Martinez dead because his men had killed several of the officer's colleagues.
Michael filmed the process with his phone. Trevor, in a balaclava and Ponsonbys tuxedo, walked around, armed with an Assault Rifle. Martinez was on the floor, with his mouth taped up and his hands tied up. Martinez was crying, scared to lose his own life.
Trevor positioned the muzzle of the Assault Rifle at Martinez's temple. "Goodbye, buddy. I'm sure no one will miss you." Trevor then unloaded a few bullets into Martinez's head.
Martinez fell on his side as blood oozed out. He was dead. Michael stopped recording and high-fived Trevor. Michael took a picture of Martinez's dead body before sending it to the LSPD officer and the Vagos lieutenant.
A few hours later, Michael and Trevor, both wearing masks, met up with the Vagos lieutenant on Portola Drive, very near where Michael lived. Michael and Trevor pulled up in the former's black Tailgater and waited for the Vagos lieutenant to arrive.
Soon enough, a dark yellow Stanier parked near the Tailgater. The Vagos lieutenant exited the Stanier and took a briefcase out of its trunk. He walked over to the Tailgater and waited for the windows to be winded down.
Trevor winded down his window and showed the picture of the dead Martinez from his phone. The lieutenant nodded and passed the briefcase over to Trevor. Trevor opened the briefcase and examined the cash. He nodded and winded up the window. He gave a thumbs-up to Michael and Michael drove off.
The LSPD officer was waiting in an alleyway on Atlee Street, a few buildings away from Mission Row Police Station. When the Tailgater showed up, the LSPD officer walked over to the car. Trevor showed the officer the picture and the officer nodded.
"Good job," the officer said as he passed a paper bag to Trevor. Trevor counted the money inside before winding up the windows. Michael then drove off.
At the Pillbox Hill Garage, the four put the money on the table. "Trevor and I will each take forty-percent of the cut, since we were the ones who did most of the work. Franklin and Gustavo, you guys will each take ten-percent. Is that alright?"
They agreed, so they began to split the money. "Alright, so we earned thirty thousand for killing that motherfucking fool. The officer gave us ten thousand and the Vagos guy gave us twenty thousand. So thirty thousand in total. Michael and I get twelve thousand each, while you two get three thousand each."
After the money was given out, Franklin said, "Word's gonna spread that Martinez was killed, and people will know that we're the ones who killed him. We need to lay low for a while."
The rest of them nodded in agreement. Trevor said, "I'll be living quietly in my trailer in Sandy Shores for a while. Probably two weeks or so."
Michael said, "I'll bring my family out of the country." Franklin said, "I'll return to my old house at Forum Drive."
Gustavo finished, "I'm in the process of buying a small building in Grapeseed. It should be finished by the end of the week. I'll be staying there."
"Since we're going to have to lay low for a while, let's go fucking screw up Merryweather even more before we do that," Trevor suggested.
That evening, they raided a Marie Weathers' Gun Store in Sandy Shores. After that time when they had pulled off a robbery on that gun store in Little Seoul, all the other Marie Weathers' Gun Stores had increased their security.
Michael, Gustavo and Franklin pulled up opposite the gun store in a stolen vehicle. The plan was to go in loud and obvious. After taking the money, they would make their way to Sandy Shores Airfield, where Trevor would extract them in his Frogger.
Armed with Carbine Rifles and pistols as secondary weapons, the three stormed into the gun store. "Alright, put your hands up in the air!" Michael yelled as he walked into the store, aiming his Carbine Rifle in front of him.
There were four civilians in the store when they came in, along with a cashier. Gustavo went up to the cashier and shot him in the head. The civilians screamed in horror as the cashier collapsed.
Michael told the civilians, "That is what will happen to you if you don't cooperate! So you all better start cooperating!"
As Michael watched the civilians, Franklin and Gustavo went to the back to find where the money was being kept. They knew that the money was in digital safes, but they were not sure where the safes were. After finding the digital safes, Franklin produced three jammers and placed it on the three safes. The jammers were activated and the safe doors were unlocked.
Michael and Franklin bagged the money from the three safes and returned to Gustavo. They exited the gun store only to find that the entire street had been cordoned off by the Los Santos County Sheriff's Department, or LSSD for short.
Getting into the stolen vehicle, the three of them took off. While Franklin drove, Michael and Gustavo helped to clear out the police blockade at the end of the street. Arriving at the Sandy Shores Airfield, Michael loaded the bags of money onto Trevor's Frogger while Franklin and Gustavo held off the LSSD officers.
"The money's loaded! Let's go!" Michael told them as he got onto the helicopter. Gustavo motioned for Franklin to get onto the helicopter first. Shooting the last LSSD officer, Gustavo hopped onto the helicopter and gave an okay sign to Trevor. Trevor then flew the helicopter away.
Landing near Michael's hanger at Los Santos International Airport, Michael counted the money they had stolen. "Two hundred and forty thousand in total. They must've stopped collecting the money more often after the security increased. Lazy fucks," Michael said.
"So that's…sixty thousand each," Trevor did the calculation. The money was distributed before the four split up and spent the next few weeks hiding.