A chill ran down his spine. He clicked on Camera #4 to enlarge it. The man smiled—a wide, wet, hungry smile—and waved. Then he started walking toward the warehouse.
The grey eye icon on his desktop winked. dmss на пк
The interface was beautiful. Sleeker than any screenshot online. He typed in his warehouse credentials, and the 16 camera feeds popped up instantly, crystal clear, 60 frames per second. He could even pan and zoom with a mouse scroll. "Finally," he breathed. A chill ran down his spine
He spun around in his chair. There was no camera there. Only a grey, dusty wall. dmss на пк