Martin Madrazo's Missions

Hey, I got a list with six names on it. How about I do you a favor and cross your name off it? Then you can take out the other names as a thank you. Sounds like a great deal, no? Get to it.

I've got seven trucks for you. And soon you're going to have seven burning wrecks for me, okay? Great! We'll all be happy. It's a rival operation, so shut it down, and you'll feel some of the benefit of scarcity in the marketplace.

I need you to shut down an important operation based out of Port City. They're all over the shipyard, so take them out there, and look for their stash in one of the offices. Once you got it, you can use their smuggling boats to bring the product to my people up the coast. And then you'll be paid.

The cops have my cousin, El Estupido, surrounded. He's under siege at a farm in Paleto Bay. Two of you get him, and escort him to his chopper at McKenzie Airfield in Grapeseed. You'll be rewarded.

For an extremely right wing country, why does the United States have such a problem with wealth creation? It's crazy. The DA after me right now has so little respect for my impact on the economy, you'd think he was a socialist. Please take him out before he can take his evidence to the court, and bring it to me. I think he may be exception trouble.

In his foolishness, an old associate of mine is preparing to testify against me, I want him gone, and I want proof of his departure - a photograph. He's barricaded in his mansion surrounded by bodyguards and police so you'll have to use your mind. Parachute in, fly or, I don't know, anything.

Sometimes this line of work is not always pleasant, my friend. Those you love, those you respect, they betray you. A woman I trusted, a woman I paid generously, a woman whose hands are as dirty as mine - she is talking to the DA at the Viceroy Hotel. Silence her, and bring me a photo to prove it. And do not bring the cops to our meeting.

Anyone who knows me will tell you I'm a firm believer in the US justice system - any system that imprisons the poor, and lets the rich go free is okay by me. Only there's one judge who doesn't understand how this country works. He's at the Marlowe Valley Vineyard. Take him out, and send a message.

I know what you gonna say - 'what's Madrazo care about a shipment of TVs?' Martin Madrazo don't care about flatscreens, but he does care about respect, and this shipment the Ballas are moving shows clear lack of it. Take it down in Rancho, bring it to me, AND DON'T ASK ANY MORE QUESTIONS.

Normally I don't concern myself with professional thieves. You want to rob a bank, who am I to get in the way? Unless you hit one of my safety deposit boxes, or have something I want, then you have nothing to worry about. There's a crew down at the Port who have something I want, a shipment of arms I can use. Go down there and bring it back to me.

I like to know what's happening in the city. Some call it micro-management. I call it staying ahead of trouble. Now, there are some new guys selling too-pure coke all over. I wanna know who they are, and I want them gone. Busting a deal in Rancho would be a good place to start.

The market’s about to be flooded with inferior product. I... WE... have too much invested in it to let that happen. I need you to get in some Lazer fighter jets and take out the planes holding product before they land. It sounds extreme, but these are desperate times.

I thought the "journalists" in Los Santos had more important agendas, like keeping celebrity out of rehab and actors in the closet. How my humble interests interest them, I don't know. Help me quieten down the editor of the Daily Globe before he shares his exclusive with the LSPD in La Mesa. And bring me his photos.

This is what happens when you send bad men to fight bad wars and then take away their jobs. An ex-military unit's been bringing charlie from the South, cutting us out. I wish I could let it slide but it's impossible. They are based at a downtown construction site and have shipments ready to go cross-state in cement trucks. Can you destroy the trucks and the bricks inside?

Someone's employed Merryweather Security to guard a boat at the Pacific Allied Shipyard. I happen to know the boat is loaded with bricks of cocaine. Find out how these mercenaries got roped into the war against drug control, and bring the boat to my men in the marina. The employment records should be in their safe.

The Lost have set up a brothel at an abandoned motel in Grand Senora. We have our own operations, and I don't like to think how this one is being run. If it's not up to standards, the cops will come down on everyone. Can you go down there and take out the bikers. Bring the girl they're using to me, and we will see she's looked after.

An old, old friend was arrested in Mexico a few weeks ago. Before we could do anything to help he was extradited to the States, and now they're holding him at Fort Zancudo Military Base. It's too late to save him, so we have to green light. I would expect the same. Military resistance will be enormous, but if you take him out, so will the reward.

Why can none of my men look after themselves? A chief lieutenant can't even leave his house without being shot to hell by random thugs. I sent some men to try and protect him, but now they're not even answering their cells. Go to the apartment, collect the imbecile, and bring him safely back to my place.

I like beautiful things - modern houses, Aztec artifacts, impressionist masterpieces. I would pay them, of course, but sometimes that isn't possible. A painting caught my eye in the Kortz Center museum, but they won't sell it. They are shipping it to an exhibition in Amsterdam. Stop the Merryweather convoy before it gets to the docks, evade the police and bring the crate back to me.

The legal system falls apart if jury members are honest. We approached twelve members of a jury, and paid them to bring down a guilty verdict. My competitor must have paid them more for innocent. Only because they took my money do I greenlight all of them. Take them out quick, or the authorities will catch on.

These Merryweather, they kill who they please. Life and death - the ultimate deregulation. Someone has contracted them to go after an associate of mine. He needs to get back to Mexico where there are laws against this madness. Pick him up at the airport and travel with him to the desert airfield where we have a plane waiting. There's some aid at my lockup if you need it.

We all know the FIB listen to our calls, read our emails, Lifeinvader alerts, and Bleets, but it turns out they actually get some useful information as well. So useful, I will pay you heavily to get it back off them for me. Ambush the team, and bring their files to my place. You'll be rewarded.

Los Santos isn't Liberty City, but the idiots I'm dealing with still want to be in the waste management business. They think it's a clever front for moving powder. Son strange - they must love the smell of trash. Can you stop this stupidity, wipe out the operation, and clean up El Burro Heights for real.

I’ve got my hands on one of my rivals’ delivery lists. You’re going to be provided with a helicopter, and you’re going to collect all their product after they drop it off, then I can sell it instead. Bring me the packages, I’ll cut you in.