This discovery quickly became a breakthrough in the strange case. The joint investigation team, composed of seasoned police officers with years of experience, recognized the importance of the tire marks.
After measuring the tracks, they came to a somewhat unclear but crucial conclusion.
"These are two overlapping tire marks," said an older officer, squatting down to inspect them. He stood up and continued, "That means either two vehicles passed by during the incident, or the same vehicle returned. Whoever was driving may have witnessed what happened."
A white police officer lit a cigarette and asked, "Can you tell what kind of car it was?"
"The tracks are too faint and have been run over twice, making it difficult to determine the vehicle type," the officer replied.
"Alright," the sheriff said, thinking quickly. "Send someone to check the surveillance in nearby cities. I want a list of every car that came through here during that time. Find the owners and bring them in for questioning."
Thanks to modern technology, every detail could now be magnified, ensuring a thorough investigation.
Meanwhile, at the RV parking lot in Houston City Park, Jeff and his friends were still fast asleep, unaware that a federal investigation team was about to track them down.
As for Wanda, Pietro, and Sumarokov, they had already vanished without a trace.
But this incident had now caught the attention of someone else—someone at Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters.
In the early morning, dew dripped from the leaves onto the school's beautiful campus. Along the pathways, children walked together, chatting as they made their way to the cafeteria for breakfast.
Inside the principal's office, Professor Charles Xavier sat in his wheelchair, watching the children with a calm, relieved expression.
Behind him, the X-Men had gathered. Once everyone arrived, Charles turned his wheelchair to face them, ready to explain why he had called the meeting.
"Yesterday, I sensed the presence of someone who doesn't belong to this world," Professor Charles began, his tone heavy. "A battle broke out somewhere in the United States, and it was on a very high level."
He paused, emphasizing the gravity of the situation. As the world's most powerful psychic, Charles could sense high-level energy disturbances, even without the use of a psychic amplifier. If he chose to unleash his full psychic abilities, they would spread across the globe in an instant.
"How powerful are we talking?" Logan asked, clearly puzzled. The concept of "high-level" was too vague for him to grasp.
The rest of the team saw the professor's serious expression and realized the weight of the matter.
"I've never encountered a battle of this magnitude in my life," Charles admitted grimly.
Jean, catching onto something, asked, "Professor, you mentioned someone who doesn't belong to this world?"
"Yes," the professor nodded, his brow furrowing. "Very evil and pure—an evil unlike anything I've sensed on Earth before. It's as if it comes from a different, sinister dimension."
"A being from another world...," Scott muttered, crossing his arms in thought. "But who fought against them? Did you sense that as well, Professor?"
"No, the battle was brief, and there was a strange force that blocked my psychic abilities," Professor Charles explained.
"Someone can block your psychic power?" Logan asked, surprised.
The other X-Men exchanged uneasy glances. Logan, always eager for a clear enemy to fight, was visibly frustrated. "What a hassle," he muttered. He preferred straightforward battles—ones where he could charge in, unleash his claws, and tear his enemy apart. But this mysterious, elusive threat bothered him.
Jean frowned, her concern growing. "If it's just an accident, we might not need to worry, but if it's intentional... we could be facing a new, unknown enemy. Professor, should we warn the government?"
"The government's already involved," Charles replied, shaking his head. "They've sent a joint investigation team to look into it, so they're aware. But so is the enemy. Our situation is much better than before, and tensions between humans and mutants have eased. We just need to stay vigilant. When the time comes, we'll face this new threat together."
Professor Charles, a firm believer in peaceful coexistence, had always advocated for harmony between humans and mutants. Though he sought peace, he wasn't naive. He understood that timing was everything. Offering help when it was needed most could strengthen their position, rather than simply stepping in when things were still calm.
"When the government and the people face a crisis, it's the best time for us to act," Professor Charles said thoughtfully. "We've been extending goodwill to the mainstream public, so the timing doesn't really matter."
The rest of the X-Men nodded in agreement.
The professor paused, his expression deepening. "Though... perhaps someone else is already fighting against that evil force."
"Who?" everyone wondered, startled for a moment before a familiar name came to mind.
"Professor, are you talking about Mr. Leon?" Jean asked, her eyebrows raised.
Leon, the mysterious figure they all knew, looked young but had a maturity beyond his years. His abilities seemed limitless, and his kindness toward mutants had left an impression.
"If it's him, it's possible," Ororo agreed, recalling her positive encounters with the mysterious Mr. Leon.
Scott also nodded, still remembering when he was knocked out by a surge of red energy by a girl. "Yeah, if anyone could handle something like this, it's probably him. Even his subordinates were very strong."